Showing posts with label Black Mask. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Black Mask. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 8, 2022

I saw Catwoman: Hunted...

Catwoman: Hunted is the newest, DC/WB anime feature, written by Greg Weisman/directed by Shinshuke Terasawa, with evident Guy Ritchie inspiration and Yutaka Yama's jazzy score groovin' throughout.

It's an ideal vehicle for the modern, goggled-version of Selina Kyle, in a solo exploit that would have worked as well for live action. With this said, Hunted (though as hip as any current installment could be) is more streamlined and traditional than the Halle Berry (as Patience Phillips) effort, in that it's stripped of all re-imagined emanation and/or ground-floor rebooting, opting to commence in the legendary heart of things. 

For this particular tale, a Suicide Squad-sort set-up unfolds, with Kyle enlisted by Interpol on a mission to tease and mislead a powerful syndicate called Leviathan. If she succeeds, her global warrants disappear, but as Kyle's luck would have it, conniving characters enter to foil her audacious undertaking, including the regal Lady Minerva; the saucy La Dama; the brutal Black Mask; the vampiric Nosferata; the hulking Solomon Grundy; the ferocious Cheetah; and that swift-as-heck grinner, Cheshire. 

Batwoman/Kate Kane also appears as Kyle's friendly foe. Kane is, in truth, a Batman understudy, rendered in a sexy, snug outfit. It's really hard to peel one's eyes from her, but even so, the redheaded crusader isn't so all-consuming as to marginalize our eponymous, emerald thief, who at one point even disguises herself as an old-school Batwoman for a huge, DC-character masquerade event. (FYI: The duo's bathroom tryst is one for the steamy books.) 

At any rate, though the guest stars are plentiful, Catwoman remains the tale's focus. In fact, viewers are fated to relish Kyle's contagious, good-girl/bad-girl duality and every one of her heartthrobbing moves. (Though she handles a whip, it's only there for obligatory means, leaving Kyle's kicks, somersaults and dandy derriere to command center stage. Sorry, but for me the whip isn't essential to Kyle's attire. When it comes to comic-book lore, I say keep the LaRue-ing to Marvel's multiple Whiplashes.)

Hunted is also pleasing for its dissonant, though principled heart. Where a venue like Suicide Squad takes a consistent, Superfly slant to blur its moral perspectives, Hunted toys with the ambivalence only on an intermittent, melodramatic basis (rather like a cat returning to play with a ball of yarn). This places Kyle in a virtuous and respectable spot in most of the story's ka-powing sequences. (Having Kyle go rogue in a supporting capacity is acceptable, but for an insertion like Hunted, it's important she's more than a garish murderess.)

As one can infer, Hunted is worth the pursuit, fitting Catwoman to a tee, as it buffers the character's further revitalization via Zoe Kravitz in Matt Reeves' The Batman, set to dazzle audiences next month. Yep, a grand, new age of Catwoman is upon us. Me-ow!

Thursday, February 6, 2020

I saw Harley Quinn & the Birds of Prey...


"Birds of Prey" (not to be confused with the DC/WB television series: see April '19 overview) is a "Suicide Squad" sequel, directed by Cathy Yan and scripted by Christina Hodson.  It's a spectacular showcase for Harley Quinn or more precisely, the super-hot, super-talented thespian of a potential new, sex-symbol age, Margot Robbie. 


The treatment in this instance, subtitled "And the Fantabulous Emancipation of the One Harley Quinn", is surreal and wry, with Harleen Quinzel on the outs with the Joker and crossing paths with a few of Gotham's hearty heroines to fight (of all ironic things) villainy. In the interim, the grim manifestation of Black Mask/Roman Sionis (Ewan McGregor) occurs, along with face-slicing henchman supreme, Victor Zsasz (Chris Messina).


Because of its violent, irreverent slant, the plot places emphasis on the Deadpool-ish, narrative intricacies of evil-doing, brushed by a hope for redemption, which in the process pushes the good gals to the side, even though their presence remains constant. 


Those good gals consist of Black Canary (Jurnee Smollett-Bell); Huntress (Mary Elizabeth Winstead); Renee Montoya (Rosie Perez); and Cassandra Cain (Elle Jay Basco). If the truth be known, Cain is a questionable, if not reckless good lass, who's got a price on her head for snatching a secret-harboring diamond from the grasp of Mr. Mask. 


It must be noted (though most will have already deduced this) that the "Birds of Prey" label is a ruse, for though the Bat Family-inspired offshoot does stage crime-fighting stunts (including acts of vengeance), Robbie's Quinn is the center-ring force. Considering the pizzazz the actress sparked with her "Suicide Squad" portrayal, WB's decision was wise.


The ravishing Robbie has become and will remain an important figure in the Hollywood scene, because she recalls the glamorous, playful punch of the good ol' days. It's interesting, therefore, that stupid-ass, here-and-now Hollywood would use her so effectively (again, no less), but perhaps this indicates that cinematic matters are taking a better turn.  


Whether by accident or plan, "Birds of Prey" is a girl-gang, circus showcase of virulent, sex appeal. I liked it very much and will be certain to add it to my library when the opportunity comes. 

Do leap in.  Robbie's smokin' Quinn (and her resilient compatriots) will not disappoint.