Now, why am I dissing on this picture of Halle Berry as Storm, when I normally discourage reading too much into out-of-context pictures? ‘Cause I’m a troll who hates this movie before having even seen it.
At least I’m being upfront.
Now, why am I dissing on this picture of Halle Berry as Storm, when I normally discourage reading too much into out-of-context pictures? ‘Cause I’m a troll who hates this movie before having even seen it.
At least I’m being upfront.
I’m beginning to get interested about this Guardians of the Galaxy flick. Rendar keeps telling me it is going to be Marvel’s first great flop, and it might be. Yet even if it falls down on its wildly esoteric face, between the director and the absurd collection of characters populating the cast, I’m intrigued. The latest duder to become a guardian is that white trash guy from AMC’s Arguing around Zombies.
The latest clip from Iron Man 3 has Tony Stark giving away his home address to The Mandarin. Pretty much exactly the sort of thoughtless, boisterous nonsense you’d get from an egomaniac. Here’s hoping the movie makes him feel the repercussions.
Yeah, I don’t really care about what is becoming of Bryan Singer’s Fuck You You Don’t Reboot the X-Men, Until I Say So sequel to X-Men: Not Really the First Class. However, because I love you, I’m passing this along in case you do. You can repay me with nudies and a twelver of Diet Dew.

Avengers 2 news! Phase two news! Smash this info-dump down your esophagus, and wash it down with some cinematic hyperbole. The Marvel Leviathan shall stop for no one, Gods (of Death) help us all.
I know this news article should be about how the people behind Captain America: Unthaw Bucky and Let Him Fuck Stuff Up are coming close to casting the female lead. I know it. On an intellectual level. But all I want to do is talk about how excited I am that I’m going to get to rub at my jeans while Black Widow prances across the screen during the flick. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m not.
Preface: I haven’t seen Slither or Super, so my opinion is worthless (even more than usual). Keeping that shit in mind, I think it is pretty swell that Marvel is bringing James Gunn into the fold. Thinking outside the box and all that happy horseshit.
The sequel to this summer’s best comic book movie (heh) has gotten itself an official release date. You better maintain regular doctor visits and practice some calisthenics on the side. You’ve got some living to do until the movie drops. Don’t want to make it to like, six months out, and get rocked by a heart attack.
The whole fucking Hulk on TV and in the movies but being two different universes – maybe – and two different actors – definitely- hurts my fucking skull. It doesn’t take much to hurt my skull. Children. Math. Squirrels. So trying to comprehend the complexity of the Bruce Banner multi-medium conundrum gets the nose bleeding. Can’t this shit be simple? Maybe? With all of this incestuous riddling, I’m finding it hard to get excited for the TV version of the Hulk product. Maybe del Toro knows this, and that is why he is tweaking my nipples with sweet nothings.