Mr. Nolan has himself a new movie, and it is called Dunkirk. The flick is going to be set during World War II, with Tom Hardy, Kenneth Branagh, and Mark Rylance in talks to star. Sure! Sounds good. Hoping for a rally after Interstellar Love Story About Fourth Dimensional Trite Aliens, personally.
My brain-stem and rot-guts are so ready for this movie.
Give me this movie. Give me this movie right in my existential guts.
Well, ain’t this an interesting development. I really, really fucking enjoyed 100 Bullets back in the day. And now Tom Hardy is producing and starring in an adaptation of the Azzarello/Risso jam. The comic is certainly raw as fuck, and if they swing a Hard-R I’m down for the whole shebang.
So, I haven’t even *seen* Mad Max: Fury Road yet, but a lot of the regulars around here have. And so I figured it would make the most sense to give you folks (and me, tonight, around 10pm!) a space to discuss the movie. In all its fucking glory, in a spoiler-filled, Thunderdome-esque genitals-rubbing cataclysmic post.
Joel Kinnaman is replacing Thomas Hardy in DC’s Suicide Squad. He is playing Rick Flagg. I don’t know that character. Or Kinnaman.
Tom Hardy to Suicide Squad: fuck ya’ll, I’m out. Warner Bros to Jake Gyllenhaal: bruh what you up to?
Man. I like, I don’t know anything about DC’s Suicide Squad. But the cast for the movie has been announced and it is fucking crazy. Like, off-the-walls, babbling incoherently, vomiting gleefully on your Nana crazy. And I mean that in a good way.