Mars Attacks is easily his best in my opinion, followed by Beatlejuice
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Hot Take, Mars Attacks is Burton’s best film. I give it a solid A, A+even. Everything before it is solid, everything after is angsty ‘dark’ fantasy teen garbage
To be honest, I’d be the most impressed with the Supra than the R8 or the Lambo, I expect people to keep and show off their supercars and hoard their 90's Japanese classics
I still feel they should have called the LFA Supra instead
I just bought a ‘71 240 myself, haven't had much time to drive it but I'm already loving it. It has some cancer, but thankfully it's all on replaceable body panels
I don’t want Tesla to fail either, but the garbage they pull is similar to experiences I’ve had in my career. I have spent my whole professional career in manufacturing, and their production woes, mismanagement issues, and unrealistic production quotas are similar to the problems I have seen in some of my work envirome…
Tesla also has a century of manufacturing processes and assembly line advances that Ford didn’t and had to invent themselves. Sure it’s similar, but Tesla has the upper hand and is still behind.
T-Tops always seemed like a terrible choice for a car roof, especially with how often they failed. I'm glad they, along with pop up headlights, died off
True, but I don’t look down apon those in the automotive enthusiast culture who are unfamiliar with those terms.
I’ve spent my time learning Japanese, not Italian. Much more usefull skill when your project is a 1971 240Z. Not eveyone cares about Italy or Italian cars.
High end exotics and muscle cars bore me. Pretty much every worthwhile Ferrari has been in every major racing game since thed early 2000's, give me the family station wagon from 1966 instead.
I’d argue MOPAR brands do
My 83 year old German grandnother said it all the time. It was uncomdortable to hear, but she lived through WWII and had Alzheimer’s for years before she died, ao I gave her a pass.
It doesn’t help many live several hours from the nearest metropolitain city
I learned from Flatulence Master Grandpa. His gas was so pungent it remained in the cloth interior of his old Silverado 20 years after he gave it to us
I have the fart strength of a flatulent warrior. All other farts kneel before the might of my mighty methane. I can comfortably say the ass gas of another isn’t a concern of mine, as it would only take a week, maybe two, to terraform the fertile seat valley of this Fiata to my needs.
I’ll camp out in the left if there is equal levels of traffic(usually during rush hour) on both lanes to justify it, otherwise I’ll cruise in the right.
My old German grandmother called them Bavarian Mist Wagens(mist is German slang for shit)
Cruize, Volt, Malibu, and Impala