Is it time for The Fate of the Furious yet? No? Two months and some change? Fuck. hope the time passes. Wait for it. Fast. And furiously. #IHateMysself
Drew Goddard is a goddamn beefy writer. So, no, I’m not worried that he’s been brought in to punch up the Deadpool 2 script. I’m excited. Stoked. Stokexcited.
Hayao Miyazaki is out of retirement. ‘Cause you can’t keep a talented auteur down, right? I mean. Like. Dude lives for this shit. As long as he lives, I imagine he’s going to be making films.
Matt Reeves’ on-again off-again relationship with The Batman is officially on. Again. But. Like. Who fucking cares at this point? (I know, I know. Lots of people. Just not me. Okay?)
Warner Bros., sensing a talented man, is apparently locking down the director of Lego Batman for a live-action Nightwing movie.
Noah Hawley is the fucking berries, man. Big, juicy, honking berries. If he’s directing a science-fiction flick, I’m in. Way in.
Simon Kinberg is probably directing the next X-Flick, X-Men: Supernova. Should this excite you, should you be excited that Bryan Singer isn’t directing it, remember. Kinberg fucking *wrote* X-Men: Apocalypse.
Call me a sucker ass sucker (sucker ass sucker!), but I’m naively optimistic for Alien: Covenant.