Currently, I only count 16 Top Stories, 7 Popular Stories, and 18 Upcoming stories with no option to explore these categories any deeper. What’s on the front page is all you get.
Most disappointingly is the inability to see where your own submissions go. I submitted three stories and was greeted with a message confirming that the submission was successful before being returned to the front page. After clicking on “Upcoming” the new posts were nowhere to be found.
Likely it’s too soon to judge.
The release of the final installment in Christopher Nolan’s Batman trilogy has been overshadowed by a tragic spree shooting in Colorado. When I arrived at the theater for a matinee showing today, the place was less than a quarter full … and it remained that way. People were also clustered near the rear of the theater, and a somber and weird overall atmosphere pervaded the place. And, okay, I’ll admit it, I was feeling a bit irrationally paranoid sitting there as well. It was not a typical blockbuster opening day.
As for the film itself, The Dark Knight Rises is a worthy final chapter in the series that should please both casual fans and comics readers like myself. While I would argue it is the least successful of the three films, and there are some weaknesses I’ll get to below the cut (where moderate spoilers lie), it is still extremely well-put together as we’ve come to expect from Nolan, and it ties up the trilogy neatly (but not too neatly).
The racial subplot of the film is labored and clumsy at best. Astronaut/black male model James Washington (played by Christopher Kirby) is captured by the Moon Nazis who bleach his skin. Eventually he finds an antidote, just after he disengages the massive Nazi space battleship, and since the hero always gets the girl he gets to kiss the “hot” reformed-Nazi Renate (Julia Dietze) to the shock and dismay of the surviving Moon Nazis. Renate remarks “there is much work to be done” in one of the movie’s final shots. Yeah, the whole movie was a build-up to an interracial kiss. Perhaps I’m spoiled, and maybe this sort of thing is a bigger conversation starter in places like Finland, but the notion that this was a grand enough thing to end a movie with only makes me wonder if it was made for people as backward as the Moon Nazis themselves. The movie attempts social commentary in ways that reveal nothing new to an American sensibility. Even the way the US goes to war with the rest of the planet over resources at the end felt like an obvious setup to a joke without a punchline.
I’ve been taking cartoon recommendations from nerd friends with a few more grains of salt in recent years, but I finally decided to watch it when it was recommended to me by a non-nerd co-worker. Most of our previous TV conversations have focused on “adult” shows and she told me, “I don’t care about anime or whatever, but Avatar is really good.” So I decided to watch Avatar on Netflix Instant, mostly because I couldn’t imagine this person sitting down to watch a cartoon about a bunch of magical 13-year-old kids and I needed to figure out what about this show she found so appealing.
And man, I’m so glad I watched it! I was instantly hooked! I watched the entire first season on a Friday night, killed off season two that weekend, and scrambled to the finish line by Tuesday. The overall storyline of Avatar has this great classic mythological feel to it, a lot like the original Star Wars trilogy. The show is divided into three twenty-episode seasons, called “books”, each one featuring a radically different storyline. Book one is about The Avatar, Aang (basically the Dalai Lama but with super powers) and two Water Tribe (Inuit) siblings on the run from the Fire Nation (Nazis), book two features all of the characters living in a big refugee city, and book three features the group acting on the offensive against the Fire Nation. (via Stigma-Bending: Avatar Is Not Just For Kids | Modern Primate | The Manhood Manual)