Oh hell, you guys. Remember last year when I was tearing my hair out with glee over Danny Boyle's movie "Sunshine"? (It still perplexes me that so few people have heard of Sunshine, let alone seen it.) Well I'd been anticipating his new film, "Slumdog Millionaire" for awhile, and finally got to see it last night.
MAN. All you folks who commented to say you needed more comics/stories with true love and drama and kindness.... See this movie. Just see it. You won't be sorry. I am so
thoroughly smitten with Danny Boyle right now. There have been a lot of x-mastime movies that I've been looking forward to, but they're going to have a tough time measuring up to Slumdog Millionaire.
I also saw "Australia" last Tuesday as well, and I actually liked it much more than I'd expected to! I was worried I might be overwhelmed by the cheese factor, but instead it played out like a colorful fairytale, and I ended up mesmerized and floaty, goggling at the cowboys and aborigines. (Also at shirtless Hugh Jackman, shhhh.) I think I could have done without the second half of the movie, though. The wartime stuff. It was okay, but I was not nearly so in love with that part as I'd been with all the deserts and wilderness and cattle-droving. I suspect that's my own preferences at work, though. God knows I love cowboys.
Now here's a drawing:

For future reference, this fellow's name is Mitchell Mitchell. I've been down and out about the state of comics and the state of ME in relation to comics, but spending time writing and drawing about Mr. Mitchell has had a certain healing effect. I hope it keeps up. Expect to see some comics about him in the future. I'm working on it.
...Also, maybe I should have drawn buildings in the background instead of trees, but I think that trees are more funner to ink.