No surprise. The new Spider-Man movie was number-one at the box office this past weekend. With a flash of heat that’s finally hitting the whole continent, a lot of people are escaping to the air conditioned comfort of the theatres. And for all those who couldn’t get in to see Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone swing from atop Manhattan’s favourite landmarks with Denis Leary taking pot shots at Peter Parker’s masked alter ego, they went to see the Katy Perry movie instead. Fine. Perry’s movie, like Justin Bieber’s before her, will be a hit. I have no problem with that. But I think it’s mainly because of Spider-Man. Spider-Man was always been a favourite of mine. I seem to remember him being my first superhero. Batman was a close second. Superman just pissed me off. Flash was cool. Sub Mariner was better than Aqua Man. Green Lantern and Green Arrow shared a loft in the village. And Wonder Woman was Linda Carter and that’s a story about a whole other stage of my development. B...
If you follow Chris Brown’s lead, there are just a couple of things that you have to do to climb the ladder of Forbes’ success just like he’s doing: Have hit songs that no one can name or hum. Tattoo almost every part of your body in an effort to… oh… um… I don’t know – maybe to be Lil’ Wayne. Beat the hell of your ‘bitch’ and still manage to come out of it with a reputation of being the bad guy that’s not really all that bad at all. Share a name with practically every other Caucasian guy that I personally know. Take pictures of your naked self in what had to a funhouse mirror that makes EVERYTHING seem too long and too thin and then claim innocence and bewilderment when that picture that you took with your phone mysteriously ended up on the internet.