I debated posting this, since it seems like it may be a spoiler. But I considered two things. First: if Mystery Box Abrams himself is revealing it, he doesn’t consider it too integral to his uh, mystery box. Second: pretty much every pop culture website that you’ve probably seen before stumbling over here has revealed this same thing: that Kylo Ren isn’t a Sith. I certainly wasn’t going to be the one to lead the charge, but I also ain’t going to save SpoilerCity by myself.
May the fucking Fourth be with you, yadda, yadda, pop culture momentum, blah blah. Let me not get wrapped up in the banality of the Pseudo-Holiday, and instead be excited for these photos form Vanity Fair.
I always sort of thought J.J. Abrams was going to direct the entire new Star Wars trilogy. But with the turnover from The Force Awakens to Episode VIII being so short, it made sense that someone else would direct the middle bitty. When they named Rian Johnson, that beautiful, talented fucker, as the man in charge I rejoiced. I could handle him ostensibly handling the next two flicks. But maybe! Just maybe! Abrams is returning for the conclusion to this new installment of the Skywalker Saga?
Oh golly glory fucking shit-tits. Jar Jar Abrams is apparently kicking off Star Wars Celebration this April in a “big way.” Which means to this uneducated slob that the jealousy-inspiring fools in attendance are going to get some fucking Force Awakens trailer hotness.
James “Yes, I’m That Pleased With Myself” Franco starring in Abrams-produced Stephen King adaptation, ’11/22/63′
Yeah. I wanted to take a shot at James Franco that bad. To the point of an utterly enormous headline. I don’t give a fuck! If Jimmy Franco can be so self-satisfied while miring himself in a rut of eye-rolling indie choices and dick-and-fart joke flicks with Rogen, I can be self-satisfied in my own below-mediocre blogging. Fuck you! Oh. And this post is about Stephen King, Jar Jar Abrams, Jimmy Franco, and JFK.
Justin Lin rules. Star Trek 3 needs a talented director with a knack for bringing the energy to an ensemble. The combo fits.
It appears that Regal Cinemas just decided to fuck up my fanboy morning with anxiety. I was like, nine fucking theaters? One fucking chain? I was already planning fucking road trips and shit. But naw, they just dropped the news early. Multiple movie chains shall be carrying The Force Awakens’ first trailer. Thank fuck.
HBO is throwing some serious weight behind its upcoming sci-western, Westworld. It’s got itself a serious fucking cast, big name creatives behind the project (Johnny Nolan, Abrams), and an order for a full season. And if that ain’t enough, it’s got itself a weird viral marketing campaign. Which goes together with J.J. Abrams like peas and poorly-executed mystery box reveals.
Cliff Chiang produced a gorgeous poster back in the day. Before Star Wars Lived Again. Now said poster is being employed around STAR WARS FILMING CENTRAL HUB to remind motherfuckers to stop leaking EVERY GODDAMN THING.
Jar Jar Abrams and Baddie Robotz have revealed the first official video glimpse of the Millennium Falcon from Episode VII. And as a little bonus, there’s a cameo from the fuckin’ Batmobile. It’s the latest batch of glad-handing and mutual masturbation between Snyder, Abrams, and their mutual mega-movies.