Another two ticks

I had planned to spend today doing a bit of cycling but a late text from Dad on Friday night inviting me to take a walk up Beinn a’Ghlo was too good to pass up. It did mean getting up before 7am on a Sunday but them’s the breaks.

It was an overcast day for the most part and the wind was strong and cold. More importantly it stayed dry which, for me, is always the best way for the weather to be. So that makes two more Munros in the book.

After obtaining lots of lovely artwork yesterday from Graeme Neil Reid and Colin MacNeil (pictures to come, once they’re framed) I sat down to watch my generous gift from Gordon; Punisher: War Zone. To be fair, I’d been given plenty of warning about it since he was intending to give it to Cash Generators.

It’s been a couple of years since I watched the last abortive attempt to bring Frank Castle to the big screen so I’m not sure I can give a comprehensive opinion as to which is worse. Let’s face it, neither of them are any good at all. There was a brief discussion of comic book movies at Kingdom of Adventure yesterday in which the usual lament was made; it shouldn’t be difficult, so why do they keep fucking it up?

The Punisher isn’t a hugely complex character which isn’t to say he is without depth. All the screenwriters would need to do is take any one of Garth Ennis’ arcs on the book and adapt it to the screen. But no, instead they take passing references to characters and situations from the book and slap it together. Into this mixture they try and add emotion and redemption. It’s as if they’ve never read a Punisher story. Frank isn’t looking for redemption and never wastes time on emotion. He doesn’t lay elaborate traps, he doesn’t hang from chandeliers and spin round. sigh

In some respects I can see why they would add these into a film, if they were playing to an audience that didn’t simply want to see mafia being taken out. Those people aren’t the Punisher’s audience though, it’s as if they’ve tried to make this film date friendly. Why bother? The end was abysmal, ruined by the use of a cute kid and a shot of holding hands.

I vaguely remember emotional attachment marring Lexi Alexander’s Green Street as well so perhaps this is just a trait of her direction. I dunno, I’m no film student.

Not recommended.