Thursday, August 23, 2012

Slender Man from Fuei Shokai is Quite Disturbing



    I'm not easily creeped out, but it's safe to say that this is the most disturbing toy I have ever seen.  This is Slender Man and is the twisted creation of Fuei Shokai.  I discovered this dude through the fine folks at DKE, so at least I have someone to sue when I can never sleep again.  This guy has a whole story to go with him, but the translation is not the best, so I'll sum it up by saying he's a monster that makes kids disappear.  And no, not in the birthday party magician sort of way.  Oh, and you may notice something stuck in his head that is kinda hard to make out.  Well that cloudy area is an actual human tooth!!!!!!  Really?  I don't even want to know where they got that from in case the police start asking questions.  This guy should be available soon for $55.  Bring the fun and excitement of a crime scene home! 



Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Critters Inspired Mini Figures from The Amazing Zectron



    Do you remember that movie Critters with the freaky little furry things that had a taste for human flesh? No one in their right mind would let one of those things in their house.  For one, it is doubtful that they're potty trained, and for two, they would eat you.  Neither of which is good if your trying to maintain some sort of cleanliness.  But now you can have your very own Critter without having to worry about it nibbling on your calves.  The Amazing Zectron has teamed up with Bigmantoys and Man-E-Toys to present these little carnivores in both rubber and resin editions.  You want a rubber one?  Man-E-Toys will hook you up for $15.  You want a resin one?  Bigmantoys will hook you up for $13.  The rubber are blind bagged and come in a plethora of colors, while the resin come housed in an egg just like the film.  These go on sale Friday, August 24th at 9pm London Time.  




Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Erick Scarecrow for NYCC Sneak Peeks



   Erick Scarecrow is building up the hype on his Twitter feed for his New York Comic Con releases and just in case you're silly enough to not follow him, I've collected the goods right here for ya.

   You see that S. Maria figure there?  There's only gonna be 8 of them in the entire world!!!!  All hand painted and available at the con for a few lucky folks.




    This picture is full of mystery.  What does it look like?  How many will there be?  I'm sure he'll let us know as the event gets closer.  Is it gonna drive me mad until then?  Probably.



    This Papa Sama Medici Guard figure is painted up with Monster Kolor paints (as if you couldn't tell) and will also be haunting my dreams until we get the full reveal.

    Log onto your Twitter account and follow Mr. Scarecrow right now so you can be tormented along with me.  And don't forget to pick up your Comic Con tickets now before they're sold out and you're stuck at home watching reruns of Pawn Stars.  

Hello Kitty x Kiss Vinyl Figures from Funko




    If there's one thing Kiss is good at, it's merchandising and Hello Kitty is no slacker in that department either.  I have a theory, that thousands of years from now when our civilizations are long gone, folks are going to dig up our archaeological sites and the only things that will have survived will be Hello Kitty stuff.  They will then determine that we worshipped Hello Kitty as a god and create these amazing stories all centered on this little cat.  Could happen.

    So finally, these two titans of manufacturing products have come together with an entire line of things that you're not sure you need, but you kinda want.  Go on, admit it, these figures are adorable.  These were made by Funko and will be available in November for $11.99 each.  I can has them?

Monday, August 20, 2012

Adventures in Plastic #2: The Day I Met Princess Leia





    As many men my age, I can trace back the realization of my heterosexuality to one very specific moment in time:  the disrobing of Princess Leia in Return of the Jedi.  Not that Miss Carrie Fisher went unnoticed by my young eyes in the first two incarnations of Star Wars, it was just the impeccable timing of biology meeting the gleam of her gold bikini that made this moment especially memorable.

Instantly she became my first boyhood crush (a list that would grow throughout the years with the likes of Daisy Duke, Alyssa Milano, and Scully from the X-Files).  I was prepared to kick Harrison Ford’s ass if that was what it took to win the affectionate hand of my princess.  But alas, our age differences and the fact that she was world famous made it impossible to ever connect...until now.

Carrie Fisher had began a run on Broadway staring in a one woman show based on her hit book “Wishful Drinking”.  Although I am now already married to the woman of my dreams (who oddly enough was never in a movie or television series) I still felt that this was my opportunity to bask in the radiant glow of my childhood fantasy.

Somehow I managed to convince my wife that attending this show would be the perfect way to celebrate our first wedding anniversary.  This is akin to a fan boy menage a trois; sitting next to my significant other while starring at the first woman to give me tingles in my Levi’s.  If there had been a comic convention in town, I’m sure they would have been compelled to bestow upon me some sort of ‘Lifetime Achievement’ award.

We arrived at the theatre according to stalker time (two or more hours early) and proceeded to park ourselves near the back entrance, hoping to meet Ms. Fisher and sign the book that we brought with us.  An hour and forty five minutes later after seeing her hurriedly rushed into another door that was nowhere close to where we had camped out we could fell nothing but dumb.  There was no choice but to tuck our tails firmly between our legs and go warm the seats we had payed so much money for.

The show was as amazing as I had expected it to be.  Borrowing heavily from her book of the same name, she regaled the audience with every sordid detail that she could fit in to two hours.  From Star Wars, to sex, to the complicated Hollywood family tree that she blossomed from, nothing was held as sacred.  It was the equivalent of watching a tabloid magazine perform.  

After the show we decided to try our luck again and made a hasty retreat to the rear of the theatre (albeit to the correct door this time).  I had lugged a poster from the original film around the city that day that had been signed by other cast members, hoping for Carrie Fisher to scrawl her name on it somewhere.  This thing survived multiple subway rides, an encounter with a defecating homeless man, and the massive crowds that populate the streets of New York on any given day.  It could not, however, outwit the mulleted and mustached fury that was Ms. Fisher’s handler.

My wife and I positioned ourselves against a barrier that had been erected next to the back door that was occupied by two security guards that were more interested in the updates on the Yankees game they were receiving on their cell phones than the people that were hanging around.  During what must have obviously been a commercial break in the action, they informed us that the star of the show would indeed be coming out to meet us but would only sign ticket stubs or programs from her show.  Waves of devastation attacked me first, as my dream about getting the entire living members of the film to sign this poster quickly deflated.  Then I was hit with indifference as I ignored what they had said and held my prize just out of their sight, hoping that if it made a stealth appearance Ms. Fisher would obviously not refuse to sign it.  But just in case I had my playbill in hand, having decided not to tempt the fates but so much.  

Just as she was exiting the doorway a white Hyundai pulled up and out stepped the last member of the Billy Ray Cyrus fan club.  He was a flurry of trucker hat and Budweiser shirt as he made a bee line to where I was standing and said “You have to put that away”, gesturing towards my poster.  The look in his eyes was mixed with so much false authority and irritation I thought the Nascar season had been abruptly canceled.  When I did not move as quickly as his achey breaky heart desired, he attempted to grab it from me.  I pulled it back and we stared each other down, each of us waiting for the other further the situation.  In the end he backed away and my play was graced with the signature I prized.  I was prepared to kick Han Solo’s ass to win her heart, but I ended up almost coming to blows with someone whose transport was in even crappier shape than the Millennium Falcon.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Sucklord's Rejects 2 Now Available

 

    It is really hard to wrap my head around this, but The Sucklord is not always perfect. Sounds crazy right? But every now and then toy parts don't come out just right, and rather than throw them out and have crazy folks digging through his garbage, he puts them together as crazy looking mash-up figures. His second series of Rejects is available now and for $85 you can get a random figure that you may or may not recognize from past releases. If you think you might want one I would go to http://www.suckadelic.com/ and get it now cause these won't last long.



Custom Toy of the Week: Trenton M.



    For the most part I like my toys to be pretty crazy looking.  I like weird designs and tons of colors and huge sculpts.  I'm an American and we're kinda bred to do things over the top.  But I also have a great appreciation for things that are done simply, because often times a minimal approach can have the best impact.  And I like cats.  This is Lily and she is the creation of Trenton M.  She is a 2 inch tall DIY cat that is cast in solid resin.  For $15 you can get one and paint it up however you like, or you can just leave it white, which is what I would do.  I love it anytime I see someone making their own toys and this one is a definite winner in my books.  Get one for yourself at http://trentonmstudios.bigcartel.com/.