Or instead of a book title it would just be the makings of a great dinner party. For me at least. Sorry I forgot to invite you, next time... I promise.
So what am I carrying on about tonight you ask? This is part 2 of my Deadpool 2 musings... a sequel about a sequel you might say. But I'm not really talking about Deadpool, rather it's just a random train of thought that was brought on by yesterday's viewing of the movie. (You can read more about that in my last post.) Let's see if you follow along.
Marvel Movies Always Get Me Creatively Pumped
It's usually just the "official" Marvel Studios Cinematic Universe fare that achieves this feat and not the licensed out universes put together by Sony and Fox, but Deadpool not surprisingly breaks that wall and gets lumped in with the good stuff.
Just the sight of that now iconic opening emblem, the Marvel logo materializing amidst the flipping of illustrated comic pages... I almost get a chill every time.
In the hours and days following a great experience like a well done comic movie, or finishing the reading of an amazing graphic novel, I often wander around in a bit of a daze, my brain muttering to itself, "That's what I should be doing." That drive to make my living off of a creative pursuit kicks up a notch, the embers stoked by what I've just seen or read. Deadpool 2 did the trick.
The Profound Effect of Stan Lee's Cameo
Ok, so profound may be too strong a word, as is cameo. Yes other than a quick stylized rendering of Stan on a billboard in the background, Stan "The Man" Lee didn't actually give one of his famous cameos in Deadpool 2. Nevertheless my mind gravitated toward Stan as one of the cornerstones of all the Marvel goodness that we geeks are enjoying today.
But today Stan didn't only inspire me with his creativity and gregarious charm. Nope, he inspired me with his age.
I'm pretty aware of Stan's background, as I enjoy reading information on the history and creation of comics, but I still had to do a quick bit of Googlin' for his birthdate to confirm my optimistic hunch.
Stan was born in 1922. In 1961 Fantastic Four #1 was released, the comic that turned the superhero genre upside down and created the Big Bang that's result is the Marvel Universe we know and love today, in all its forms. Stan was 39 years old. 1 year older than I am now. That is actually inspiring.
All too often it can feel like it might be "too late" and I've missed the boat to get the career I dream of or achieve some level of creative satisfaction. But I can realize now that this can be just the start of a "marvel"ous ride. And I don't need a multi billion dollar corporate juggernaut and the vast array of creative properties that Stan's career has encompassed. A bookshelf full of self published comics and graphic novels, (and yeah... maybe at least ONE movie adaptation) will do fine.
I'd already set myself the goal of completing an issue of my own comic project, "I Thought It Would Be Zombies..." by years end. Thinking of where Stan was at in his life as he headed into his 39th year on this planet while his mind roamed other planets far beyond... well, it makes it seem that much more doable and special.