I really fuck with casting Christoph Waltz as Blofeld. However, man. Spectre was not a good debut for the actor’s take on the character. That said, who the fuck knows? I’m cautiously optimistic here.
‘Bond 25’ will not feature Christoph Waltz returning as Blofeld. I can’t imagine people caring either way
Man, Spectre sucked. In fact, it sucked so much that I had completely forgotten that it featured a performance by Christoph Waltz. That, that’s saying something.
Here’s a whole fucking panoply of news regarding the next Jimmy Bond flick. It’s dropping next November 6, its title is Spectre, and its cast is tremendous.
I’m about to show what an ignorant turd-huffer I am when it comes to Bond. There are rumors that Christoph Waltz is going to be playing Blofeld, who is a classic villain from the franchise. Anddd…I don’t know the dude.
Is there anything you wouldn’t want to see Christoph Waltz in? Oh, Green Hornet you say? I ain’t never seen it but I appreciate your contribution. My personal response? Fuck naw! And I definitely ain’t opposed to seeing him up in my favorite Spy Flick Franchise.
All sorts of lame-as-fuck punning in that headline. Whatever. ‘Cause you know what? I have no idea what to say about Zero Theorem. Other than it looks awesome. What is it about? How hard will it bend my mind? I don’t know, but I want to find out.
It’s Christmas Eve, and you’d damn well better hope that you’ve been good this year.
Why is that? Well, I just got off the phone with Santa Claus. He’s doing well. He’s busy, of course, but things are goin’ his way. His stocks’re on the rise. He left that frumpy wife of his and snagged a lover more to his liking. And he’s decided to finally stop being so damn soft on those perennial residents of the Naughty List. Given what St. Nick has in store for this year’s crop of bad boys and girls, coal in the stocking is going to look like a walk in the park.
If you haven’t been good for goodness’ sake, Santa Claus is going to rock you with an atomic leg-drop.
There’s no way to know ahead of time whether you’ll be gettin’ a Furby or a beatdown from Santa. You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow morning — either you’ll wake up to open presents in your pajamas, or you’ll wake up with missing teeth and cracked ribs. But why don’t we share some ways to pass the time until then? Hell, this is the Monday Morning Commute, the very spot where we meet to discuss the various ways we’ll be entertaining ourselves.
After all, it’s easy to get bested by the ennui-daemons and work-overlords. If we don’t take the time to enjoy ourselves, we’ll die as nothing more than the miserable, boring wretches that the Man wants us to be. So let’s rebel! Our bosses don’t own our souls, and Santa may break our backs, but he can’t break our spirits!
C’mon, let’s do this!
Christoph Waltz and Terry Gilliam are teaming up to bring to life a goddamn existential science-fiction movie. Subsequently, these two wonky bastards have moved their glorious fingers lovingly onto my fanboy g-spot. Rub it real well, guys.