Yo, Marvel, what’s up with completely changing the races of Wilson Fisk and Nick Fury from their original state to being black in the movies? Like, I have nothing against black characters, but it just seems weird to switch them over? Especially when Fisk and Fury are both pretty sketchy dudes.
Shmeh, at least Samuel L. Jackson makes a better Fury than Hasslehooff, but then again I’ve yet to watch the Hasslehoff movie so that’s just an assumption.
Because there’s nothing about the characters that makes their whiteness a central character trait, so there’s no reason that a black actor couldn’t reasonably play the character. Because the Ultimates version of Nick Fury was modeled on the likeness of Samuel L. Jackson. Because Michael Clark Duncan is an actor of terrific stature and an imposing physical presence, two qualities that Kingpin has to have.
Because more black faces in comic book spaces are an unequivocally good thing.
EDIT: I feel like I should amend this to say that it would be great for comic book properties to be more inclusive of any people who aren’t heterosexual cisgender white men.
People will say, ‘There are a million ways to shoot a scene,’ but I don’t think so. I think there’s two, maybe. And the other one is wrong.
David Fincher
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This is homophobic as shit, Karl. I’m really disappointed to see it on your blog.
(Source: geek-to-freak)
Do you own Lord Of The Rings Pez dispensers? No you don’t. So shut up.
Fred McFeely Rogers, and I am not kidding in any way when I say this, is exactly the man I want to be when I grow up. I can’t think of anyone more sincerely compassionate and good. There wasn’t a cell in his body that wasn’t formed out benevolence. He loved singing. He loved children. He wanted them to learn. He put on puppet shows for them. He talked to them about how they felt and what they were going through, only he didn’t condescend to them or treat them like they were small: he told them that sometimes you will feel hard, awful things, but that it’s okay to feel them. He was curious. God, was he ever curious. He wanted to show you how Polaroid cameras worked, how jugglers learn their tricks, how cereal gets made. He built a little world and he asked you if you wanted to come inside it and spend a little time in it. I spent a little time in journalism school and one of the formal rules of broadcasting I learned is that you should never address the audience as “America,” since you can’t possibly be addressing every single individual in America. So you either narrow it down or you take out a specific form of address entirely. Fred Rogers was the king of that rule. He talked to you, just you. His neighbor. He asked you, just you, how you felt. He let you know that he wanted to see you again and he asked you if you’d had a nice time. He did that almost every day for over fifty years. All he did all day was care about people in an honest and bottomless way. We should all be so lucky as to be so good.
Happy birthday, Mr. Rogers.
(Source: thedailywhat)
So the more I hear about The Hunger Games the less I understand what it’s about?
