WTF: Why Go to Comic-Con?

Unlike many people out there (and like even more people out there), I didn’t get a chance to go to Comic-Con this year. After covering the event for Film School Rejects for the past two years, budgetary restrictions kept me from making it out to San Diego.

That’s right. I just blamed the economy, bitches, like everyone else does.

What the finances?

The Comic-Con gods have not been good to us lately. I’ve had to stay in Ohio along with a former Comic-Con reject. Editors Neil Miller and Cole Abaius were pinched on the way there, rotting away in a Nye County jail, awaiting their fate from a Pahrump judge who bears a striking resemblance to John Goodman. Fortunately, rage enthusiast Robert Fure and a few other rejects managed to make it to the convention center this year, and they’re doing a bang-up job.

However, as I sit here on my couch in my underwear eating a big bowl of Trix cereal, I realized that missing Comic-Con isn’t killing me this year. And we have the glorious internet to thank for that.

I may have raged out last week against social networks, but the explosion of the Twitterverse powered by wireless signals at the convention center along with an army of iPhones has brought Comic-Con to us. In fact, I’m enjoying the spoils of Comic-Con from said couch in said underwear, thanks to the 100,000 lucky geeks who managed to get to San Diego and the fortunate 8000 or so who were able to get into Hall H.

Hell, even my wife has broken out her iPhone and has been gobbling up the digital coverage of her beloved Twilight, Psych and Burn Notice.

This may be all justification for not laying out the cash to visit the Mecca of Geekdom that happens in San Diego every year at the end of July, but I don’t care. At least I’m saving money on hotels and food (as well as enjoying the very low body odor index in my own house). Sadly, I won’t be able to get a pedicab ride from that ridiculously hot blond chick like I did last year. (And yes, that’s a literal reference and did not come with a happy ending… sadly.)

Because of people tweeting during the presentation and live-blogging the panels, I’m getting near-real-time updates here in Ohio. The moment something is revealed – whether it be the early images and poster for A Nightmare on Elm Street or the pants-wetting announcement about when Batman 3 will start shooting – it is available on my computer within seconds.

Thanks to bloggers and internet reporters like our fine (albeit skeleton) crew at FSR, we’re getting reports and write-ups within minutes, as opposed to the day or two wait that we had five or six years ago.

Sure, I didn’t get to see the brilliant new footage from James Cameron’s Avatar or the 3D panel for Tron: Legacy. But let’s face it… even if you made it into the massive meeting rooms for this, chances are you’re so far away, Zach Galifianakis could have come out pretending to be James Cameron, and you wouldn’t be the wiser.

And we know that bootlegs of these videos will be rolling out throughout the weekend. The same thing happened last year with the surprise Wolverine trailer.

So there are some things that you can only experience at Comic-Con, like said footage and in-person celebrity sightings, as well exclusive screenings like District 9 (which I hear was almost worth the plane ticket itself). But thanks to our new medium of film journalism, FSR (and various other masters of the web) is bringing Comic-Con to you at home.

Now, if you’ll excuse me. I need another bowl of Trix.

Kevin Carr crawled from the primordial ooze in the early 1970s. He grew up watching movies to the point of irritation for his friends and was a font of useless movie knowledge until he decided to put that knowledge to good use. Now, Kevin is a nationally syndicated critic, heard on dozens of radio stations around the country, and his reviews appear in a variety of online outlets. Kevin is also a proud member of the Broadcast Film Critics Association (BFCA), the Online Film Critics Society (OFCS), and the Central Ohio Film Critics Association (COFCA).

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