With other Justice League members being added for the sequel to Man of Steel some of my hope began to rekindle. I actually think Ben Affleck will do a good job, as him, and the rest of the male cast of Daredevil were definitely not the problem. Even if he doesn’t it’s fun using him to annoy the few comic geeks that are crazier than I am about this stuff. I figured the Green Lantern levels of box office percentage drop-off after initial weekend success would teach the movie makers some lessons to improve the next outing.
As with any film of this genre, rumors fly with every announcement. I remember flying off the handle based on a story concerning Lois Lane’s role, or lack thereof in Man of Steel. This turned out to be completely unfounded, not because it was thoroughly incorrect, but because there were so many OTHER FAR WORSE things to be horrifically upset about in the final film.
Now that Wonder Woman has been cast, rumors are out about the key female in this upcoming film, if not the entire DC universe.
But I have learned from my experience.
I will not fly into an uncontrolled rant based on an unconfirmed report.
I will remain calm, even though it’s been suggested that Amazons in the movie-verse will be descended from Kryptonians that arrived on Earth in the distant past.
I will stay cool, even though it’s a totally stupid idea that turns the most important, individual and self sufficient female character in the DC Universe, nay, all of comics, into -
At Best: a derivative of the male hero
At Worst: a cheap knock off of Supergirl.
We’re going to force Daddy to go lay down for a while and rest.
To take his place, here’s a story I wrote last year for school about a desert island.
It has monkeys in it.
Daddy likes monkeys.
By: Anabelle McGinley
“Smash!” went the sound of my ship banging against dry land. I was stranded on an island with nothing but some food scraps, a fishing pole, and a tackle box. I met some adorable creatures and wondered if there was a way home.
It was a sunny day outside and I was on my boat fishing in the Atlantic. My face lit up when I saw a place to camp for the night. I tried to stop the ship, but it crashed into the soft sand and fell apart into pieces. Wandering through the ruins of my boat, I came across the only things that survived the collision, some scraps of food, a fishing pole, and a tackle box. Taking some twigs and branches, I built myself a hut when I realized it was getting late. When the sun set, I started a warm, cozy fire and fell asleep.
I woke up to find a troop of monkeys crowded around my sack of food. It turns out that I had a banana or two in there and the monkeys found them. We split the food and I walked into the trees. Sure enough, the monkeys followed me. I brought my sack with me so I could collect more food. Later, I found my way back to my hut with twelve fish, five coconuts, and three bunches of bananas. I decided to stay for a while more, since the monkeys were so much fun. When it was time to hit the hay, two of the monkeys fell asleep next to me.
After living like this for two weeks, I had to leave. I took all the parts of my broken vessel in sight and tied them together with the string from my sack and my extra fishing line. Next, I took a huge leaf and tied it on to a branch with a palm leaf. I stuck the “sail” in between two planks that were on the raft. Finally, I realized that I needed oars. To do that, I stuck two long branches into two coconuts. I knew I had been sailing east, so to go home I had to go west. After four days of sailing, I reached the beach where I first set sail and went to greet my family.
I had crashed onto an island, but I managed to survive with monkeys on my tail and little food. I had escaped one day after two weeks of living in a hut just big enough for one person, two monkeys and a sack. I hope I never crash onto an island again.