And now, we have the testosterone-driven, banter-filled, high-octane CGI franchises of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
These films featured over-the-top costumes and dialogue just as vibrant and snappy as their comic book source material.
She skipped so merrily as she catalyzed chaos.
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She even whispered with a breathy authority six memorable words: I am Catwoman.
Her lip slightly twitched with disappointment and festering aggravation.
Her performance carried a heightened undertone.
And the way she delivered her dialogue with an air of seductive sorcery was at once flirtatious and threatening.
Ivy tells Robin, Freeze has taken the new telescope and turned it into a giant freezing gun.
Hes about to turn Gotham into an ice cube.
Once again: flamboyance to the forefront.
Theres a sense of artifice and theatricality to Ivy and Catwomans villainy.
We can sink our teeth into and enjoy the villainous badassery consequence of the campy detachment from reality.
Rather, they feel like a far cry from their comic book counterparts.
From the youthful bliss tied to turning the pages of a rainbow-hued fantasy world.
Comic books are innately campy.
The black-and-white morality akin to traditional comic books also lends itself to campiness.
And if camp is anything, it is the antithesis of subtle.
We need campy comic book movies once again.
We need the escapism of unrealistic threats with gigantic space lasers.
We need our heroes and villains dressed in nipple-adorned supersuits.
Bring back the ostentation.
Bring back the vibrant colors and the dialogue thats just a little cringe.
Bring back the catchphrases and maniacal laughs.
Let us escape once more into our villains and heroes.
And let us love our villainsjustas much as we love our heroes without feeling bad about it.
Felonious but not foreboding.
Treacherous but not tangible.
We need a break from the cookie-cutter super flicks, and camp is the nostalgic answer.
