Oh man, I fuck with this. J.J. Abrams and his Mystery Box posse have revealed that God Particle is actually the third installment in the Cloverfield series. As someone who enjoyed 10 Cloverfield Lane as a small, quiet Twilight Zone-esque flick, I’m down for installments of this loosely-tethered anthology series.
Chris Hemsworth. I love him. Love him as Thor, loved in the original Star Trek reboot, loved him tonight in Ghostbusters. I don’t know the logistics behind his appearance in the theoretical Star Trek 4.
JarJar Braybrams wants a third Cloverfield movie. If the second (loosely connected) movie is as enjoyable for me as the first one, the I’m all aboard. Give me a weird mythos populating somewhat individual entrances into the franchise, and I’ll be fine. Overjoyed, even. Well, not overjoyed. Joyed.
Don’t forget. The Force Awakens ain’t just the return of Star Wars, its the kick-off for the annual extraction of Forceful dollars from all of us Star Wars fanboys. And while there are anthology movies coming and such, it’s the “Skywalker Saga” that is the beefiest proposition for me. And just as Episode VII looms, the Episode VIII script has been finished.
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.