NETFLIX SIGNS "FIRST LOOK" DEAL WITH BOOM! STUDIOS
There's no word yet on which BOOM! properties may be developed into Netflix shows, but I for one would love to see a show based on Lumberjanes or The Avant Guards - click HERE for BOOM!'s announcement.
JUNE RELEASES NOW ON DESTINATION VENUS WEBSITE
Well, titles scheduled for June release at any rate. Click HERE to go to the page. Not quite everything is up yet, but should be by the end of the day. And yes, I know I said that yesterday, but this time I actually mean it. Almost certainly...
SEE KEVIN CONROY READ FROM "BATMAN ADVENTURES CONTINUE"
The best Batman! We might not have new comics for you, but we can at least give you this:
PREVIEWS AVAILABLE FOR FREE ONLINE
Click HERE for the main catalogue, HERE for the UK pages and HERE for Marvel, Image and DC.
COMIC CONTEST STILL ONGOING
Click HERE to go to the contest page.
For sheer, jingoistic defiance you just can't beat Henry V...
Speech: “Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more”
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
(from Henry V, spoken by King Henry)
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'
And if you want to see it done properly, rather than my mediocre efforts, here you go - I give you the traditional fiery delivery of Kenneth Brannagh and the more understated presentation of Chiwetel Ejiofor:
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See you tomorrow folks!