Monday, February 06, 2012
John Carter of...East Lansing? (or) Flogging the Moribund Thoat
HERE is the link to the a-MAY-zing trailer for Disney's John Carter of Sandusky. I guess that's where he is, or where he's from, or summat. The chick says "John Carter of Earth", but that's a tad broad.
I have no clue as to Disney's marketing scheme. Mars is sexy. It is believable. John Carter of Uranus would be ridiculous, though perhaps in keeping with some of the current Disney kultur. ("Ratatouille" was a paean to gay angst: "My father is unhappy with my life-choices. Pass the Brie.") Why (and yes, I know I've trodden this ground before.) would you market the classic "John Carter of Mars" story as merely "John Carter"? Sweet Dejah Thoris, why?
On the other hand, I have reason to be cranky. I spent four hours last night with chills, feeling so cold that I did not want to move out of my little warm blanket cocoon to put on sweats, 'cos it would be COLD out there. Then the feverishness hit, and I could get up 'cos I wasn't cold anymore...that and the tepid pump kicked on. Why they have the gall to market the things as heat pumps, beyond the engineering jargon, is beyond my capacity. So I am peevish and ill. What do you expect? This is a blog. And I miss Pretty Lady. She always made me feel better with her alcohol-based nostrums and sound nutritional advice (is that not a wonder? A health person who does not run shrieking from liquid spirits.) She never sang "Soft Kitty", though.
So here is something I want to share so you may feel as unpleasant as I.
art by Albino Bunny Ganked from Uniblogger