Indiana Jones And The Struggles Of Being A Calcium-Deficient Bad Ass is happening, folks. And it’s coming in 2019.
Entertainment Week has hit us off the tits with a collection of Blade Runner 2049 photos. And. I’m in, baby. I’m all in. I’ve been in. I’m still in. Can you feel me? In?
Here’s a Blade Runner 2049 teaser trailer, folks. Real talk: I almost couldn’t get through this trailer because I was too hype. Fucking yes. Yes! Yes, Yes, yes.
Indiana Jones is back on, folks. Ford. Spielberg. New movie. 2019.
Apparently it’s a day of release date announcements for sequels I’m sweating. First John Wick: The Wick and the Dead gets a date, now Blade Runner 2.
I will watch anything that Denis Villeneuve does. Sicario, Enemy, and Prisoners are my fucking shiiittt!!! So, having him on-board gets me excited for any project, and it *at least* assuages my trepidation about a Blade Runner sequel. A bit.
I’m not actually watching this trailer. ‘Cause, you know. Week out. But apparently it’s got a funk-load of Millennium Falcon, and Han Solo.
Man. It’s starting to hit me. There’s a new Star Wars movie less than a month away, and it’s starring Harrison Ford. Like, Han Solo. The knowledge has been public for a while, and the movie has been anticipated for what feels like forever. But now the factoid is beginning to coalesce from “abstract knowledge” into “Jesus Christ, Harrison Ford is doing Star Wars things like surprising people who donated to a charity because he’s In The New WarStarFlick which is really fucking close.”
I guess we ain’t getting an Indiana Jones relaunch after all. Spielberg has let slip that he’s probably going to be making Indiana Jones 5, and he’s bringing his boy Harry Ford along for the ride. Now, uh, just don’t let Lucas have a hand in it. Like, give him an Executive Producer credit or something. Whatever it takes. To keep him away from the script.