“Bottled Light” comes to a close with Hal Jordan (yah!) and Kyle Rayner (ugh!) showing up in time to help the freed Green Lantern Corps and Sinestro Corps fight their jailers Larfleeze and Brainiac. The arc finale has plenty of action as well as some shock for Guy Gardner and the gang at the arrival of their old friends.
Isabelle Huppert is marvelous as the sixty-something head of a successful video game company who is raped in her apartment by a stranger in a ski mask. Refusing to tell the police, Michèle instead continues on as if nothing happened even as she begins to suspect that one of her resentful employees may be her attacker. Filled with mostly depressed and confused characters, somehow the film is never as bleak as its subject matter might lead you to believe.
Despite being raped in the movie’s opening scene, Michèle is anything but a victim; she’s smart, successful, and in complete control of both her company and libido. Elle isn’t a revenge fantasy or a drama focused on our protagonist coming to terms with the attack. Director Paul Verhoeven, no stranger to erotic or psychological thrillers, has something much different in mind in screenwriter David Birke‘s adaptation of Philippe Djian‘s novel. And Michèle is no angel, sleeping with the husband (Christian Berkel) of her best friend (Anne Consigny), and lusting after her neighbor (Laurent Lafitte) despite their age difference and his wife (Virginie Efira).
Everyone attempts to get back to normal as both Reade (Rob Brown) and Patterson (Ashley Johnson) return to work. Normal isn’t really an option, however, when the CIA agent who tortured Jane (Jaimie Alexander) shows up with a terrorist (Mark Ivanir) who has key information about an imminent attack in New York. Hoping to get his son a life-saving heart transplant, the terrorist agrees to trade that information to the CIA, but when things go badly on the operating table it falls to the FBI to pick up the pieces and find the terrorist cell before their attack.
DC Comics notorious New 52 issue Catwoman #1 offered up one of the dumbest issues in the comic company’s history with Batman and Catwoman hate-fucking on a rooftop. Although Batman #14 ends in a similar manner, writer Tom King at least attempts to make the act have meaning this time around. He’s only partially successful.