The conclusion to Star Wars: Blood Ties—Boba Fett is Dead is here. In the interest of not spoiling the ending for anyone, this review will be kept short.
MINOR SPOILERS BELOW
The adventures of the greatest intergalactic bounty hunter continue in Star Wars: Blood Ties - Boba Fett is Dead #2. A discerning eye will notice that, since this story takes place shortly before A New Hope, it is quite obvious that Boba Fett is, indeed, not dead. We were left with many questions after last issue—the greatest being how could he have survived a blaster shot to the head? Thankfully, we get the answer in this issue; however, by the end we are still left with more questions.
Before I begin with my review, I feel the need to share a little bit about myself. Boba Fett has always been my favorite thing about Star Wars. When I was growing up and kids argued over who got to play Han Solo, I always called dibs on Boba Fett and even dressed up as the Mandalorian for multiple Halloweens.
Being the fan that I am, I was very excited when it was announced that there would be a sequel to the mini-series Star Wars: Blood Ties. For those of you who have not read the original one, I strongly recommend you pick it up (as well as another miniseries called Jango Fett: Open Season); however, I will give you a quick synopsis to catch you up.
Everyone has a favorite music album that will always hold a special place in his or her heart. Just think back to that first time you heard yours. No, seriously. Think about the first time you heard that album. I will wait…
It was all new. Even if it was a band you were familiar with, there was something different that really struck a chord with you. Don’t you wish that you could reclaim that experience - even just once?
My personal favorite album happens to be Green Day’s American Idiot, and, recently, I was able to re-experience it in a whole new way. For those of you who are unaware of the album, it is a rock opera that tells the story of Jesus of Suburbia as he embarks on a journey of self-discovery.
Invincible #68 just came out, and boy is it great. Robert Kirkman’s Invincible is, by far, the best comic series currently running.
For those of you unaware of Invincible, here is a quick recap: Mark Grayson is your typical, teenage boy dealing with all of the usual problems including school, girls, and growing up. That is where the normalcy ends. His father is Omni-Man, an alien who came to Earth and became its greatest hero. The series started just before Mark’s own powers began manifesting.
The series is notorious for being a pastiche of iconic comic book characters and playing with the usual conventions of the medium. Omni-Man is an obvious nod towards Superman, and his team of superheroes strikes a strong resemblance to the Justice League.
Movie sequels are rarely good, especially ones that have a decade or more gap between them. Luckily, Tron: Legacy was able to break free from this stigma and was one of the few good movies in a mostly lackluster year of film.
When watching the movie, I remembered the wonder and awe that used to come from experiencing a Disney movie and, for a moment, forgot what an evil corporation it was.
The movie is far from perfect, but extremely enjoyable. The story moved slowly at times, but I found this refreshing, as most movies these days try to shove far too many side plots and superfluous scenes in just to make it more fast-paced.
I already had my review for this week picked out, but then something so momentous happened that I needed to write about it, instead. One of the best shows currently on television had a crossover with my favorite show of all-time. I am speaking, of course, about this past week’s episode of The Office.
For several years now, there have been rumors about a possible cameo or two by characters from the original BBC version of The Office. So many promises have been made that, when I heard that Ricky Gervais might be reprising his role as David Brent, I had dismissed it as just another false rumor.
Well, I was wrong, because this week Steve Carell’s Michael Scott met David Brent in a chance encounter. It was short but sweet, and it was worth the wait.
If you and I have ever shared a discussion about music, then you are probably aware of my admiration of Ben Folds (or maybe you just saw the signed poster of him giving the double deuce on my bedroom wall). The man is incredibly talented, and he is constantly surprising people by doing the opposite of what everyone expects—be it ironically naming his band Ben Folds Five (despite being a trio), judging “The Sing-Off,” or covering Dr. Dre’s “Bitches Ain’t Shit.”