Oscar Isaac producing and starring in Brian K. Vaughan adaptation ‘The Great Machine’ and this fucking rules!
Put this directly into my fucking brain, friends. Oscar Isaac is producing and starring in an adaptation of BKV‘s Ex Machina titled The Great Machine.
Alicia Vikander was wonderful in Ex Machina. She was also wonderful in The Man From UNCLE. I am hoping she will also be wonderful in Tomb Raider.
So. The cast for Alex Garland’s Annihilation continues to swell in its awesomeness. The film has picked up Oscar Isaac, who collaborated with Garland on the director’s previous movie, the fucking gnarly Ex Machina.
Alicia Vikander is fucking awesome. V. much yes awesome. And so coming out of Ex Machina‘s cult, if not runaway, success, I wish her all the profitable roles! Get them ducats!
Every Sunday night we die, and every Friday evening we are born again. Those of us lucky enough to be afforded weekends. Those of us lucky enough to have a job. I mean, don’t get me wrong. Sometimes it can be a drag. Being a cog in Immortan Joe’s Extraction Machine. But sometimes it’s right to be like, “fuck, yo. I’m really glad to have a job that keeps the Aqua Cola running and the GasTown diesel powering the lights.” So with that quickly eroding gratitude, let’s open up the Weekend Open Bar.
Fuck yeah! Alex Garland’s Ex Machina is my fave of the year so far. Admittedly, I have seen very little. But even still. So seeing the guy get more work is a fucking boon, especially as we are more and more adrift in a monoculture homogenous stew that’s beginning to depress even this thick foreheaded fanboy numbskull.
It’s Monday Morning Commute! That time of the week where I share the various shizit I’m going to be totally rubbin’ up upon during a given week. These proverbial (and literal) dry-humpings are intended as salves against the burn of Existence. Ultimately empty employments of distraction that prohibit me from achieving some sort of proletarian cathexis designed to Damn The Man. But let’s be honest. We can’t damn the man, that ship has sailed. So let’s watch superhero movies, drink beer, and enjoy our moments of frivolity.
It’s the fucking weekend! Gather ye rosebuds while ye may! And fucking smoke them! Get lifted, ascend to a new level of Enlightenment! And then waste that Enlightenment on video games, comic books, hikes in the woods, eating too much! Whatever the fuck you want to do this weekend! But so long as you’re smoking them rose buds, crushing them Adult Sodas, and enjoying a break from the work week, hang out here! At the Weekend Open Bar! Anything goes as long as it is in the spirit of celebration. Unless it’s lighting your pubes on fire in the bathroom. We’ve had a spat of that lately (sorry), and we still can’t get the smell out of the pineapple wallpaper.
Welcome to Monday Morning Commute aboard the Space-Ship OMEGA. Truth be told: there ain’t much commuting in Massachusetts on this wonderful day. It’s Patriots Day. Which, I’m pretty sure, is only celebrated here in the State that Spawned the Empire, You’re Welcome. But that doesn’t mean there ain’t a litany of things I’m looking forward to this week. So here is a lost of pop culture artifacts I’m absorbing into my ethereal corpus in an effort to deny myself the agony of existence. Be sure to share your own!