The Internet is abuzz with the news that Jeff Robinov, the mastermind of Warner Bros.’ handling of its DC licenses on-screen, has quashed “The Graysons” an hourlong teen drama about Richard “DJ” Grayson before his assumption of the mantle of Robin. The Graysons would have aired on The CW, and probably would have starred one of the douchebags from Gossip Girl.

Fan response ranges from “Why didn’t this happen sooner?” to “Thank fucking Christ!”

So yeah, that’s good.

In other comics-to-film news, Grant Morrison is doing his standard terrible job of denying in any way that he’s involved with a Flash movie, leading virtually everybody to ask “There’s a Flash movie?”

That Quarantine will not be successful is not amazing surprise, but it is unfortunate.

Unfortunate because, for a remake of a movie that draws heavily from Cloverfield and The Blair Witch Project, it’s not that bad.  On the bad side, it’s simple and workmanlike, without the nuance that informed the other two “This is bad and I’m recording with a camera” movies I mentioned above.  On the plus side, It’s taut, it never drags and many of the ‘dumb mistakes’ that horror victims often make seem a bit more natural here.

Just like Blair Witch, Quarantine’s premise works because while we know it can’t happen, some hidden part of us is sure that it could, that it has, that it could even happen to us.  Of course, rather than getting lost in the woods, this particular fear is that our government will wordlessly leave us to die in the name of the so-called greater good.

If you’re pro-zombie, Quarantine’s a Netflixer, but take some Dramamine first because, like, lots of shaking and running.