Netflix acquires Millarworld.

Link here: what this basically means is that Netflix can now draw (heh) on Mark Millar’s comic properties when making its own comic book movies or shows.  Assuming that Netflix wants to do that. And why would they want to do that, anyway? — Aside from the fact that Marvel and DC are raking in the big bucks, of course. Which is why Netflix wants to do that.

There was also a list of what Millar properties should be immediately optioned, but I’m not linking to it because it was a stupid list.  And why was it a stupid list?  Because it didn’t have Starlight on it. Yes, I know that that’s supposed to be going to 20th Century Fox, but that studio hasn’t done anything with it and do we really want them to, anyway?  Starlight is probably my favorite Millar comic; it should get made into a miniseries, pronto.


Hot damn, they’re gonna make Mark Millar’s Starlight.

With… Sylvester Stallone as the lead?  Don’t care, this is still awesome. He’ll either be good enough, or they’ll get somebody else.

Starlight is a comic book from Mark Millar (Kick-Ass, Kingsman, Wanted), which tells the story of an aged retired Superhero named  Duke McQueen who hears the distress calls of a distant planet and decides to put on the tights one last time. The screenplay for the film is being written by Gary Whitta (Rogue One: A Star Wars Story) and it’s being produced by Simon Kinsberg (X-Men franchise).

Starlight is one of those comic book series where I kept expecting Millar to start making fun of the entire premise.  Because that’s what typically happens: there’s a class of people out there who absolutely loathe 1950s pulp and and swashbuckling adventures and science fiction serials and all the attitudes found therein, and many of them have the ability to get stuff published.  But Millar apparently loves all that stuff, too, and he played it straight.  I enjoyed the heck out of it, and I will hopefully enjoy the movie just as much.  Assuming it gets made, of course. (more…)


In the Mail: Mark Millar’s Starlight.

Short version: two-fisted hero type goes to alien planet, has Golden Age pulp science fiction adventures. Does it all. Goes back home, nobody believes him, gets used to that. Forty years pass. Then they need him again…

Ate it in one gulp: Mark Millar wrote a nice thing here that played it exquisitely straight. Glad to have it in my library: and if the cover below appeals to you, you probably will too. Check it out.


It *does* seem that way, yes.

Not that Mark Millar minds, I’m sure.

Moe Lane

PS: Seriously, though: look at Wanted the comic book*, then look at Wanted the movie.  Why did they even bother optioning?

*Which I still think is probably one of the most subversive arguments against the modern comics aesthetic out there.


Superman’s song, plus a strange thought on Wanted.

You know, I never even knew that this existed.

Superman’s Song, Crash Test Dummies

I’m still trying to figure out how sardonic these guys were trying to be in that. Of course, I’m also still trying to figure out whether Wanted is a desperate plea by Mark Millar for someone, anyone to swoop into his chosen artistic genre and forcibly reestablish the Silver Age.  I know that sounds weird, but the more I think about Mr. Rictus, the more a sketch in despair the character becomes.


Not Watching the Watchmen over on RedState.

Warner Todd Huston, my colleague over at RedState, has written something on Alan Moore‘s Watchmen comic series: the fact that it’s titled “Unheroic Superheroes, Watch out for the Watchmen” suggests that he’s not likely to be going to go see the film, to put it mildly (he’s gone into more detail here, although I haven’t read it yet). (more…)

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