Critic lives don’t matter.
Critic lives don’t matter.
Ever since I saw her in Humans I thought she was jaw-droppingly gorgeous. She’s just staring straight into my soul through that picture. Should I go over and talk to her?
Counterpoint: You’re a cold cynical man, and I also donated tickets because of your shitty attitude.
Photo caption: YOU GET A TICKET! AND YOU GET A TICKET! AND YOU GET A TICKET! EVERYONE GETS A TICKET!
I donated four tickets and told them to thank you.
This is just disingenuous marketing bullshit to make a movie seem like a bigger deal than it is. Just like with Black Panther if a movie is so culturally important just let the underprivileged kids in for free. Disney is a large multi-billion dollar company and letting some poor kids see a movie is no skin off…
No, I think he deserves a fair amount of the blame — mainly for thinking he himself was ever a good fit for a network TV sitcom in the first place.
I looked at the trap, Ray...
I feel like the people in charge of the ghostbusters license have all of these great ideas. They keep trying to push, but the only people they’re willing hire to execute are those fast food fuckups that can’t seem to get me a correct drive through order in less than ten minutes.
Sure, I’ll bite.
Wait — wait a minute, is this based off the original good movies or the new shitty one?
Eat before I go? Don’t eat at all? No. The simple joy of having (smuggled) Whoppers or Junior Mints to go along with my movie completes the experience.
Curses! How will I sneak in my rotisserie!?
“This shopping bag packed full of candy and snacks is my emotional support pet.”
*looks down at cargo pants*
Down it all in the store, then hide the empty box in the electronics section, like I always do.
They still allow babies and toddlers though... Fucked up.
Yeah but it’s not quite the same as seeing the performance. I figure Jewel Staite is probably a better actor than In My Head Jewel Staite. I don’t just want to relive old glories I want to experience new ones.
Hey, kids, always recycle… TO THE EXTREME!
So we're not going to the fireworks factory?
Worse. Kinja'd.