I’m pretty excited for Suicide Squad. The latest trailer hooked me, with an irreverence and playfulness that I wasn’t expecting, and didn’t realize I was silently wanting. That said, I enjoyed the Man of Steel trailer. So what the fuck do I know/what the fuck can you really gleam from a trailer? None the less, the film is getting a sequel. With the director and Fresh Prince returning.
Man. I’m not going to lie to you. This trailer has me pretty excited for this film. Like. Man. I don’t know. Seems out of its futzing mind, in all the right ways. At the very least it seems decidedly different fare.
Will Smith’s Deadshot is premiering next year in DC’s Suicide Squad, and it is looking like we may know where he will turn up next. In…Ben Affleck’s Batman flick? Admittedly, I don’t know Deadshot’s story very well. So maybe this makes sense in the grand scheme of the Bat-Mythos. But to an uneducated slob like me, it seems like “Let’s shove Character X into Character’s Y movie, because: star power!” Which, in the name of fairness, I will admit seems to be happening in the third Thor movie too.
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.
Well, looks like Will Smith may be taking a desperate measure in attempting to get people to give a fuck about him once more. After initially farting all over the idea of doing an ID4 sequel, the talk has swayed the other way. I mean yeah sure maybe that’s what happens when your last movie was a fucking glamor project for your stone-faced son.
Yo, I don’t even know. This picture is making the rounds on the Internet today, and I want to be like everyone else. Truthfully though, it’s a pretty ballin’ picture. That’s what the hip kids say these days. Balling! Hit the jump to check it out. Or don’t. Just stay here and bask in the glory of Will Smith. Sucking on that big brown lit-phallus. Dude has it figured out.
This has to be weird. Will Smith is probably going to be in a sequel to ID4. But, being a member of Scientology, isn’t the dude going to be going to arms with pretty much his brethren? His intergalactic soul mates? I could be wrong. I’m probably wrong. I’d just like to see a sequel where he switches sides, and rolls deep with the aliens.
With an insatiable desire to depict worlds in disarray, Roland Emmerich has spent the better part of three decades pumping out grandiose blockbusters bedecked in social destruction with a flair for the skeptical. That isn’t to say there is a whole lot of method behind the madness; Emmerich’s love for blowing stuff up–be it a sturdy building or established fact–is just too primary, too outrageous. And he’s willing to draw on dicey pasts (The Patriot, Anonymous) and controversial presents (The Day After Tomorrow, 2012) to lay waste to the good earth of cinema, scorching anything that resembles sensible storytelling or true scientific inquiry in his movies’ cataclysmic march to commercial success. And leader of this bombastic parade is Independence Day, Emmerich’s most entertaining film to date.
ID4 is one of the classic movies in the pantheon of American cinema, executed by two brilliant auteurs. That said, it’s been a good goddamn forever since it came out, and there’s talk that sequels are coming. Even if the only Totem that could transfer the franchise’s relevance from one generation to the next decides to sit it out.