Hogar Noticias El icónico cómic 'Brzrkr' obtiene una estatua asesina de Diamond Select Toys

El icónico cómic 'Brzrkr' obtiene una estatua asesina de Diamond Select Toys

Autor : Aaron Actualizar : Feb 20,2025

Diamond Select Toys expande su línea coleccionable Keanu Reeves con una nueva estatua basada en la serie de cómics Brzrkr y la próxima adaptación de Netflix. Esta es la primera estatua de la franquicia ofrecida por DST.

IGN exclusivamente presenta la estatua de PVC Brzrkr Gallery B. (Modern) PVC.

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La estatua representa a B, el guerrero inmortal, en su atuendo moderno: equipo táctico y cuchillos duales, la carga de la batalla a mediados de la mano. Este diseño refleja la apariencia contemporánea de B dentro de la narrativa del cómic.

La estatua de PVC de 9 pulgadas de altura es un diseño César, esculpido por Jean St. Jean. Con un precio de $ 59.99, está programado para su lanzamiento en el otoño de 2025. Los pedidos anticipados comienzan el viernes 23 de enero en el sitio web de Toys Select Diamond Select y otros minoristas participantes.

Las noticias más Brzrkr incluyen actualizaciones sobre la película y las adaptaciones de anime de Keanu Reeves y guionista Mattson Tomlin en la Comic-Con 2024. Tomlin confirmó la sumisión del guión de la película y planea reunir el equipo de la serie de anime en el otoño de 2024.

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