Saw Nice Guys this weekend. Fucking loved it. Fucking love Shane Black. Fucking love The Rock. I’m primed for this.
I’m down for anything The Rock does. I’m pretty much also down for anything Shane Black does. So I’m there if the two of them want to combine their powers for a Doc Savage adaptation.
Good grief. I was already going to see Baywatch because I love that big old slab of gorgeous beef, Dwayne Johnson. But now that Alexandra Daddario (from *that* scene in True Detective‘s first season) is going to be in it? Thrice sold.
Not enough is said about The Rock. You know, period. How can you say enough about one of the genuine treasures who stands upon, nay, rises above our turd-flecked pop culture garbage pile? But also. Not enough is said about the various incarnations of said Dwayne Johnson. The man of many (gorgeous) looks. Dwayne himself shared this gem back from when he was a beefy, fried chicken-eating football mad man. Salute.
Listen. I know this probably makes me a sucker. I know! But I’m totally interested in some Hard-R, weird, meta-riff on Baywatch starring Zac Efron and The Rock. I just am! At the very least, it’s going to be an absurd slab of beefcake on the screen for SAM-OMEGA (and me) to enjoy. She’ll (we’ll) be there for that.
Wait. What? Not that like, I’m opposed to taking my Wife to see Dwayne run around shirtless for two hours. For, you know, both of our enjoyment. But he’s starring in a fucking Baywatch rebook? Being directed by Seth Gordon? Well then. Okay.
I love Big Trouble in Little China. I love The Rock? But I don’t know if I love this.