Batman meet Superman. Superman meet Batman. #atozchallenge

Yes, just like the rest of the pop culture geek sheep, James and I turned up on Bopening night for Batman Vs. Superman: Dawn of the Return of the Revenge of the Son of the Bride of Justice (that’s James’s joke). My daughter Molly is sixteen and has far more important things to do with her time!

Now, this blockbusting beast of a movie has suffered some cataclysmically disastrous reviews and many fans feel let-down, wounded, betrayed…

A very clever film critic prepares to pass judgement on BVS:DOJ [acronym ahoy!]


We both did.

Yes, it’s a godawful mess. Of course, the plot actually makes no sense if you think about it for more than five seconds. Zack Snyder has no idea what to do with Superman so Henry Cavill looks faintly perplexed throughout. Sure, Lois Lane is desperately underwritten. Obviously, the blatant mini-trailers for future DC movies that have been shoehorned into the plot seem utterly contrived and nastily cynical (Marvel never does that – they save it for the end credits!). And I understand from true geeks that the film makers haven’t just ignored comic book lore, they’ve torn out all the pages of the rule book and set fire to them on a Viking longboat and sent them floating off on the River Styx to Movie Hades.


You cannot deny it is a hell of a lot of fun.

Ben Affleck is the most bad-ass Batman we’ve seen this side of the Arkham video games. Jeremy Irons is a perfectly crotchety Alfred. Gal Gadot takes on Wonder Woman with a vengeance and Jessie Eisenberg’s Lex Luthor is a fittingly contemporary, sincerely bonkers techno-zillionaire. The action sequences are sweet, the mood is darker than the Marvel model, and it even attempts some serious themes amongst all the nonsense. Much of this good will may be down to my astonishingly low expectations: Man of Steel was half an okay picture but the other half really was a crime against movie-going humanity; but that doesn’t alter the fact that this reviewer’s thumb is up! I actually want to see it again and what’s not to like about that?!

Next time, we’ll turn our attention to a real movie legend who would kick these guys’ butts from Metropolis to Gotham and back again. Until Monday.

Kraitt out.

Bruce Wayne and his chums in happier times


The Challenge

…in which I tell you some fun news about my blogging escapades.

Something a little different this week. Although I’m still on course to self-publish my novel Black Moon towards the end of April (or perhaps a tad later), I’m going to take a bit of a detour.

One of the things bloggers do (and I guess, after all these weeks posting blogs, that’s what I have become) is visit other blogs and generally hang with the blogging community. You comment on each others’ posts (please tell me I got that apostrophe right), tap that ‘like’ button and generally party on in the blogosphere. Last week, I came across this…

A2Z-BADGE [2016]

Blogging From A to Z involves literally thousands of bloggers taking up the challenge to post every single day for April. With Sundays off for good behaviour, that’s 26 posts for each letter of the alphabet. Forgive me but that’s mind-bloggling!

Initially, I told myself it might be fun and bookmarked the page for further perusal later. After a few glasses of wine, I was signed up and racking my brain for material. Fortunately, the posts don’t have to be epic masterpieces. They could be a thought or a picture or anything that comes to mind. I’ve already been planning and jotting and preparing. Blog A will appear on Friday. I won’t bombard you with Facebook reminders but I may tweet to announce each post.

So the continuing story of my self-publishing adventure will have to wait a bit. I will present you with the next episode on Tuesday 12th April when Blog J will be Jack Dixon – the name of Black Moon’s hero. In that post I’ll tell you a little bit more about the novel and how nice the publishers were when they rejected it.

Until then, don’t forget to check back once in a while to see how I’m doing. Hopefully, there’ll be a few doozies along the way. I could probably do with some super writing powers like the ones Clark Kent is demonstrating here…


 A is for Anaerobic Digester. I can tell you’re intrigued. See you on Friday….

Kraitt out!