M. Night Shyamalan couldn't come close to writing this shit.

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*strums guitar*

Its the final death throes of humanity. No bang, no whimper, just this forever.

*mournfully trips Telly Savalas down stairs*

“June Foray is not the female Mel Blanc, Mel Blanc was the male June Foray”
Now if that is not high praise, I don't know what is.

Damn Hoopleheads.

Batman constantly needing a young ward is kinda creepy.

Its not creepy so much as it is overcompensation in the form of machismo. All glowering and serious and coming off with no affectation whatsoever. But who knows. Maybe the movie is just them doing fart jokes all the time.

Of course, they should make that movie, and then stop making Batman movies.

Maybe they're all just actors hanging on, indulging in Bruce Wayne's bat vigilante fetish, getting paid to be colorful characters, while the billionaire plays out his latex power fantasy.

It finds a form to accommodate the mess.

Brian Setzer waits patiently by the phone.

It's the new Beckettverse.

I don't care for this…. Bat…man!
*CHA CHING*
Holy shit, where did this money come from? Who made that register noise?

Caught in a franchise, no escape from reality

O.J. STABBED THE OZONE LAYER??!!!
THAT EXPLAINS SO MUCH. I'M GONNA BLOG ABOUT THIS.

I trace a lot of our current problems to the origins of the human race. Like instead of us, it could have been octopuses who ruled the world. Our problems would have been much simpler but probably covered with ink.

Its not just a 2010s trend. The masses have loved bullshit for years.
"Didja hear what that Julius Caesar said? Hoo Boy, that guys in trouble. Pass the bread, let's go to the circus."

This 90's revival is terrible.

Or kink-shame, we won't judge.