THIS MONTH AT EMPIRE
NOTHING PUTS ME to sleep faster than thinking about how tired I would be if I actually went to the gym. And my narcolepsy. Oh, and people talking about “superhero movie fatigue.” When it comes to cinema, my loves are as wide and diverse as Ego’s selection of baby mamas in Guardians Of The Galaxy Vol. 2. Yep, IMHO flicks based on comic books are most definitely worthy of some sweet, sweet lovin’. (Not all, mind, but I certainly hold no bias.)
It seems the general movie-going public agree with me: as of writing this, four of the Top 10 biggest grossing films worldwide this year are based on comic books, including two films
— GOTG V2 and Spider-man: Homecoming — that have led to Marvel Studios’ reaching the milestone of birthing the first film franchise to make over 12 billion dollars. Serious ca$h.
To celebrate the love that, to some, dare not speak its name, we have devised a special treat for our 200th issue (yep, that’s right — it’s our bicentenary, baby): we offer not only our customary exclusive on-set access for Justice League (p.38), but also a bonus magazine called the ‘Greatest Comic Book Movies Ever!’ that celebrates some of our faves from the last dozen or so years (you may disagree with some of our inclusions, but passionately biffin’ over film choices is what we love to do, right?)
And knowing you fine folk enjoy some diversity as much as we do, this issue takes you on a journey from the Golden Age of Hollywood to the Golden Age of TV and all stops in-between.
In chronological order of film setting: we take a look back at 1941’s How Green Was My Valley, the film that famously snatched the Best Picture Oscar away from Citizen Kane (p.78); there’s an attempt to answer the question “Can Clooney go Coen?” in director George Clooney’s 1950s-set satire Suburbicon (p.47, based on a Joel and Ethan Coen script); we step into the late-’50s via Andy Serkis’ directorial feature debut Breathe (and cast an eye over his enviable career, p.70); gather ample evidence that Arnold Schwarzenegger was bound for superstardom thanks to sheer self-belief in our retrospective on 1977’s Pumping Iron (p.52); revisit the ’80s with some kooky kids and the inter-dimensional beings who torment them in the feverishly anticipated Stranger Things 2 (p.62) and, finally, celebrate the lengthy career of the recently departed Harry Dean Stanton, one of moviedom’s true originals (p.58).
So as you tuck into this tasty 200th issue of Empire Australia, we’ll get back to doing what we do best: squeezing into some ill-fitting tights (or perhaps they actually fit just perfect?), fighting megalomaniacs bent on world domination (next stop: the White House) and bringing you the very best film reviews, news and features for now and many muscle flexin’ years to come.
With love and magic lightning bolts shooting from my glowing eyes,