EvolutionStarring a Young Jerry Seinfeld

I’m feeling a little ranty this aft’ and right now the only cure, as I can see it, is to drop some keyboard bombs.  Set targets to Dragonball: Evolution.  Ah, Hollywood… does this even count as Hollywood?  Maybe some sort of backward suburb, anxiously awaiting the arrival of its very own Woolco mini mall, little realizing that that flag-ship of low low prices has long since sailed but they continue in wait and choose to pass the time by sifting through the memories of my childhood for gems which can be recreated in LIVE ACTION.

Perhaps I’m being a bit harsh considering I haven’t actually seen this film (in the traditional sense).  So take this pre-judgement with whatever grain of salt you like on your fries.  Now, what I have seen is plenty of trailers and photos… y’know to get me revved up.  From what I can gather we have what sort of looks like the bastard child of Mortal Combat the Movie and a three-legged Llama (minus the sweet techno track).

Now I wasn’t a super-saiyan fan of the Dragonball series, but I did enjoy a little taste of it from time to time.  How can you not give it at least a bit of love?  You take the ancient asian mythology of the Monkey King and mutate it with aliens, fighting and power-ups.  Seems all good.  Then a live action movie is made.  I’m not saying this is always a bad thing but sometimes that Hollywood suburb we discussed earlier gets their mitts on it and misses the point.

Somehow, I think the chemistry of youth transforms these cartoons and comics with the passage of time to create epic personalized mythologies that can be nearly impossible to faithfully recreate.  In the end I will probably still watch this one, so really all my ranting is mostly just for show.

I’m sorry, next time I swear I’ll blog about something without the long winded venom on my tongue.