Wednesday, March 14, 2007

listening to: werewolf by cocorosie.
feeling: let down.

since i can't be stuffed to get anymore serious and dreary, stripping down my inner thoughts and revealing those tender spots of mine, let's talk toon.

never would i have thought of turtles as being butt-kicking, martial art experts. when i think turtle, i don't exactly think bad-ass and i always wonder what was going through the creator's mind when he/she created this wild concoction. but somehow, something so completely far-fetched has become one of the world's most infamous cartoons, right up there alongside wonder woman and the transformers, whom my sister is an avid fan of. introducing the teenage mutant ninja turtles.

but seriously. turtles. don't they move really slow?

either way, i'm still a devoted fan of their cartoons and can recollect the early mornings (when i actually did get up in the morning) when i vegetated away in front of my tv, chomping down on that huge bigger-than-me bowl of honey stars. mmm.. honey stars. frizzy hair obscuring my view, what little i did see of the tv from under that wild mop of mine, i liked.

i don't know why though. i mean, it was no different from any other ass-crushing cartoon back in the day, where no cartoon creators worried about being p.c and just served up good, old fashioned and violent toons to satisfy that blood-thirsty savage side of ours. blowing up somebody's head with a new-fangled laser that resembles a pen-drive? no way, we do it old-school. lead pipes have a far better blood spatter and visual effect! scare those kids into obedience, i say.

i think one of the main reasons why it was so popular was because of the fact that the heroes were turtles. that one ridiculous concept was what drew in the audience and kept them addicted. it was something nobody sober could ever imagine and appealed to the geek and under-dog in all of us.

when i heard a movie was coming out, salivating at the mouth, i eagerly scrambled to my computer to google it and what i saw disappointed me.

revealing the 'new and improved' steroid turtles, these hardly resemble turtles anymore. to my grief, they've been modernized and buffed up. they no longer appeal to that under-dog in me. i mean, look:



buff and beefy, they look like they possess no more intelligence. the types to speak in the gutteral tones of neanderthals, only this time, suited up with all the every day modern conveniences such as shiny new triple-sword-whatever-the-hell-it's-called. what happened to kicking it old school, like before? personally, i hate it. who ever said that new was always better?


dammit, you big shot corporate asses.