Predicting the Future of Comic Book-Related Entertainment Dept.: I think if you pinned down any legitimate comic critic, they’d predict for you that (a) at some point in the near future, a lady comic fan will inevitably write horny erotic fiction inspired by the Marvel Cinematic Universe that is so commercially successful that it spawns its own multi-million dollar movie franchise, the way 50 Shades of Grey was inspired by Pixar’s Finding Nemo, and (b) when that happens, trad comic fans (the “Wednesday crowd”, the classical Marvel Zombies, whatever you want to call them) will handle it badly, become huffy and dismissive, react the way fans reacted when Twilight showed up at Comicon, etc., even though they’ve essentially been reading material little better than fan fiction for decades, and it’ll all be really hilarious and alienating to watch and laugh at in a sad way, and that’s just something we horribly have to look forward to with glee and depression, and so on and so on and so forth.
But thinking about it tonight, I think where I disagree with most comic critics (and I’m sure there are exceptions) is this: I think they’re all expecting that because of X-Men comics, because of the trappings of the genre, the skin-tight suits, Wonder Woman’s lasso, the fight scenes, et cetera et cetera and so forth… They’re expecting that inevitable movie franchise to be about BDSM, rope-fetishes, spanking, weird pain shit, and so on and so on and so forth.
I disagree. What I posit to you is this: I think that franchise will be about encouraging women to fantasize of being in a MMF relationship.
Now, look: MMF stuff’s not really what I go to when I go looking for cinematic entertainment– it’s actually something I avoid, I’d even say– it all seems very messy. I’m more into Netflix movies where Noah Centineo teaches a girl that it’s okay to be all fucked up, he’ll like her anyways and buy her warm socks. That or stuff where Japanese people get weird at their classmates. So I’m not predicting this as a MMF fan, but as America’s (former, now tragically retired) most beloved comic critic engaged in serious analysis, futurism, Iron-Man-as-written-by-Ellis-or-Bendis-style futurism.
I just know when I go online, I pick up on the fact that a lot of people are into what they’re into– it’s the subtext of a lot of tweets out there, you know who I’m talking about. Except it hasn’t really bubbled up into the mainstream cinema yet, not the way other stuff has. Matt Taibbi quoted Ambrose Bierce the other day– radicalism is “the conservatism of tomorrow injected into the affairs of today.” Taibbi wasn’t talking about mainstreaming MMF porn and combining it with x-rated Avengers fan fiction. But he could have been, and I think that’s what makes all the difference here.
Sure, yes, I see what you’re going to say: “on paper it makes no sense. Iron Man and Thor teaming up on a girl? That’d be crossing a billionaire fantasy and a mountain man fantasy. Billionaires and mountain men are natural enemies, like the squid and the whale. It’s ludicrous. You fool!”
Hey, I know; I know, and I hear you. It all doesn’t make sense to me, either– but American Pie was about a teen having sex with a foodstuff and it spawned a franchise of about 6 or 7 movies. Things make less and less sense to me, generally, just because of getting old. I have no idea what a Snapchat is. But I think it’s that very unlikeliness that will be the big draw for this hypothetical franchise– people will want to know, “Aren’t mountain men and billionaires natural enemies? How would a woman ever be able to get them to not attack each other on sight, the way it is with a squid and a whale? And who will Noah Centineo play in this future franchise, the billionaire or the mountain man? Can he play both characters, like Michael Keaton in Multiplicity?? Do we still have that kind of technology?”
And they’ll pay good money to have those questions answered.
Heck, I sure don’t know how to answer them– I’d be a rich man if I did. I’d get to go sign up for Secret Tumblr, that only rich people get to be on– the tumblr that functions properly, and you’re allowed to look at nipples. I just know I won’t be the one to solve it. But call me a dreamer– I think that person’s out there. And if they’re reading this– get that money. Get that money! And so on and so on and so forth.
Brokeback Mountain was made as this big solemn Oscarbait thing (why else would Michelle Williams show her titties)
But underneath you could see the bones of a decent drugstore gay cowboy romance to schlick to