Mighty No. 9 is coming out. Like, relatively soon. It’s too good to be true.
As always, I will buy this.
Can you survive this sweet temptation of Hope? Can you? I’m so fucking jaded that I don’t believe we will ever see a Dredd sequel. Be it a movie, or a streaming series. But man. Just imagine.
Chuck’s book about a woman trying to break the gangbang record (and die from it, I think? I haven’t read it in so long) is coming to TV. Uh. Somehow.
Taylor Swift may make the impossible, possible. If she has a cameo as Dazzler in X-Men: Apocalypse, she will have condemned one of the raddest characters. I mean, it’s just a cameo. I mean, I’m exaggerating a bit. I mean, I’ll probably enjoy it. But fuck, fuck none the less.
It’s the Weekend Open Bar! Brought to you on Saturday! Sponsored by extra caloric consumption, really nice weather here on the Northeastern arm of the Empire, and sleeping today until 11:30! How are you doing? Let’s be brief. This is the Weekly Column where we all spend the next couple of Free Days (theoretically you’re free, but realistically you may be like one of many people working) hanging out. Sharing what we’re up to.
10 Cloverfield Lane was a fun installment in the Cloverfield Universe. It actually felt more more like an installment in some anthology series more than a full-blown movie (whatever the fuck that means, Ian), and so him joining Black Mirror‘s third season is pretty great.
What happens when your cinematic universe is led by a Meat Head Fuccboi? You begin discouraging talent, and even losing some. Oh, DCU. What a fucking mess.
Fuck, this movie is too far away.