The Internet continues to be unendingly kind to the Marvel cinematic universe in the wake of The Avengers and its lead-in movies, especially as those involved have started to drop hints as to what’s comeing next. Of all the weird, harebrained places Disney could choose to go—and, if the Avengers movies have gone anywhere, none of those places have been weird or harebrained—the announcement of 2014′s Guardians of the Galaxy was unquestionably the strangest. A C-team of heroes comprised of guys like Rocket Raccoon and Drax the Destroyer doesn’t seem like the sort of thing that’ll be a huge box-office success. Thinking about it, neither did Iron Man.
Guardians of the Galaxy is slated to be directed by James Gunn. Gunn cut his teeth doing Troma movies and wrote the screenplays for Scooby Doo and Scooby Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed, films that are noted—if they’re noted at all—for their penchant for ironic self-commentary. Recently, Gunn is responsible for the film Super and the video game Lollipop Chainsaw. That he was announced as the director of a big-budget superhero epic under the purview of Disney surprised me, given that I’ve seen Super and have watched the majority of Lollipop Chainsaw played out on YouTube.
Neither product is particularly great shakes. Super is a movie about a real-life superhero who’s maladjustment to society leads him into a fantastical shootout that has gruesome consequences for his teenage misfit sidekick. It features some good performances—Ellen Page turning the dial on Juno’s bubbliness way beyond endearing, Kevin Bacon playing Kevin Bacon—but, though it seems formulated for this purpose, is unlikely to reach true cult film status. Lollipop Chainsaw, on the other hand, is a video game featuring zombies, scantily clad teenagers, and an abundance of stereotypes. Its cult came pre-installed. People who like the game see it as a parody of other, actually sexist and racist forms of entertainment, but I think it’s possible to do an effective parody of said material without relying on frequent upskirt shots of its female protagonist.
A year ago, on his blog, Gunn wrote a post entitled “The 50 Superheroes You Most Want to Have Sex With: 2nd Annual Poll Results!” (He deleted it today, but the Internet forgets nothing.) Polls like this, sad as they are, are nothing new for even respetable comic book websites, but Gunn’s self-penned commentary on most of the choices (he leaves about 10 or so uncommented upon, with a cheesecake drawing of the character in question as explanation) are what pushes the post over the cliff. In Gunn’s defense, he was writing to a group of like-minded fanboys a year ago in promotion of Super, which was coming out on DVD. But that’s a really weak defense. As a joke, as a parody, or as an exercise in fan service, most of what Gunn writes is deplorable and colors in the shady moral areas of Super and Lollipop Chainsaw accordingly.
My girlfriend voted for this Cajun fruit. I think she’s looking to have a devil’s three way with the two of us. The idea of my balls slapping against Gambit’s makes me sick to my stomach, but I can’t deny the fellow’s pure HEAT, as he yet again placed so high on this list, despite being male and in the presence of so many A-listers.
On Emma Frost:
For those men who love rude bitches, the White Queen is number one.
On Black Widow:
Natasha Romanova is the highest debut on the list, and, considering she’s fucked half the men in the Marvel Universe, it’s much deserved.
guess what, Zatanna? Won uoy od mir sboj.
On Black Canary:
I sometimes think that the Black Canary is the hottest chick in the DC Universe until I remember that she, uh, fucks Green Arrow.
Disco Dazzler, Rave Dazzler, and Punk Rock Dazzler, they all have one thing in common – a friggin’ GREAT vagina.
This lesbian character was voted for almost exclusively by men. I don’t know exactly what that means. But I’m hoping for a Marvel-DC crossover so that Tony Stark can “turn” her. She could also have sex with Nightwing and probably still be technically considered a lesbian.
The accompanying artwork skews heavily towards reptile-brained male fantasy. A charming, 1970s Aquaman rests right below a suggestive image of Psylocke’s ass and several places above an image of Tigra chosen to support Gunn’s joke that, as a consistently poorly written character, you’d “have an easy time talking your way into her pants.” It’s tough to see Gunn’s independent work as anything but reflections of these values, which he now brings to big-budget fruition in Guardians of the Galaxy. Or maybe not. I imagine there are few franchises under tighter control than The Avengers, and that whatever impulse Gunn has to “hilariously lampoon” sexism and homophobia by being a sexist homophobe will be reigned in by a company that’s long known that one does not simply make a billion dollars on a film without appealing to women and gays. Due to the seemingly boundless success Zack Snyder has had in snagging high profile projects, I’m not so convinced.
Similar to Gunn, I’ve had problems with Zack Snyder’s work for some time now, and whatever excitement I had for the next rebooting of Superman pretty much dissipated when he was announced as its director. Beyond Snyder’s gimmickry (boy does his filmmaking rely on gimmicks), 300, Watchmen, and Sucker Punch suggest that Snyder has it out for gays and women, who are constantly punished in Snyder’s films by superior exemplars of masculinity. Sucker Punch has been defended amply by writers I admire (Kim Morgan called it “one of the most misunderstood, feminist, wildly experimental, anti-patriarchy pictures” of 2011), but Snyder’s films just don’t do much for me (beyond his often stirring use of opening credits montages) because his ideas, however bold they seem, are often empty and unsupported.
I can see the argument for Sucker Punch as a feminist, anti-patriarchy film when someone is writing about it as such, but when watching the movie (something I’ve done three times), I fail to register anything deeper than a gathering of video game cut-scenes stitched together by sequences where a group of underprivileged, mentally unstable, disadvantaged girls are aggressively sexualized for the purpose of tantalizing—not repudiating—a male audience. If Snyder is responding to his own work—much like Russ Meyer did with Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!—then its in a way so subtle that the audience who enjoyed the homophobia of 300 and the value-added rape scenes in Watchmen escape from his featherlight and puerile retelling of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland without the burden of guilt. I think Superman has always had (and sometimes lives up to) great potential as a character, but I can’t imagine a Superman movie by Zack Snyder being any good. The best Superman stories, including the best Superman film, rely too much upon Lois Lane, and Snyder, thus far, has proved incapable of directing a film where a woman rises above the status of sexual object.
Based on the above concept art, the one female character appearing in Gunn’s forthcoming Guardians of the Galaxy is Gamora. Not being an aficionado of the more space operatic elements of the Marvel Universe, the only thing I know about her is that she’s the adopted daughter of Thanos, who, if The Avengers was any indication, is probably going to be the main villain of the eventual sequel. Gamora’s slot as the sole female in a club almost exclusively comprised of men is symptomatic of a larger problem with superhero team-ups and is not Gunn’s fault, I realize. A criticism of the Marvel franchise—any comic book movie franchise, really—is that the women within them are only useful for their ability to match wits with their male counterparts. The only heroine not defined by her relationship to a man is Black Widow, and even that’s tenuous. Knowing that the director of a movie that’ll at least tangentially involve Black Widow has written, in so many words, that she’s a slut, is more than a little disconcerting. There’s a fine line separating the depiction of women in action movies as real (or real-ish) people or as hollow, vacuous, fan-servicing shells. It’s pretty clear to see what side of that line Gunn is on.
Critically, I try very hard not to let my personal biases for or against somebody involved in the production of an entertainment act as a kind of prejudgement. Had I not stumbled upon the uproar over Gunn’s year old article, it’s possible that I would have known nothing more about him in 2014, watching Guardians of the Galaxy, than that he directed a mediocre superhero movie and developed a mediocre video game. That movie may have won me over, or it may not have. But the excitement I had for a weird sci-fi movie with anthropomorphic raccoons and other wayfaring space creatures died early this morning with the mental image of Wonder Woman lassoing a guy’s penis, four sentences into one of the dumbest articles I have ever read. I’m a man, and I understand that the vast majority of content produced within this particular genre is a direct appeal to my sexuality, but when I read a comic book or watch a movie, I tend to only really enjoy the experience when said comic or film doesn’t make me feel like a creep. Guardians of the Galaxy is so early in production that its IMDB page doesn’t list a cast, but there’s something almost irredeemably seedy to it, now. Unless Disney removes Gunn from the helm, deleting him like an ill-advised blog post, I suspect that seediness will linger, tainting a franchise that, for all its fun, doesn’t really hold up to intense scrutiny.