I always like in the movies when, after emptying the gun, they throw it at their enemy.

I'm a hiker, so I was also screaming.

I thought it was funny when he threw away the canteen.

After the third day of summoned snakes:

>> It's just that Ethan kind of bores me when he's not shown in contrast with the other characters.

Snakes are literally food and water in a convenient mobile package. Werewolves and witches definitely drink blood and enjoy raw snake meat. It's their gorp.

How long has Dracula been working at this museum? A week? Even so, the idea of him working forty hours at the museum for a single week seems weird. Like he just used his powers of hypnotism to be named curator of this national museum? It's obviously a high profile job. No one questions why a guy who appeared out of…

Also, the exposition from Hecate while getting banged doggy style (because, of course) was hilariously awful.

Yes, the spoiled wiener Dracula/Vanessa inference was intentional.

Also, I still can't get over the fact that Dracula is working in a museum.

Ethan: "I feel so bad for my mass murders that I think I'll sign up for mass murder on a global scale."

Great art style. Not a Dora fan, so can't comment on the content. But looks hella sweet!

Dora the Exploder.

Listen…

The funny thing about video game "stories" and "characters" for the first twenty or so years of the medium's existence is that it was totally half assed and dictated entirely by limitations of the hardware and software.

As a hardcore gamer, and therefore platform agnostic, of course I played Doom as soon as I could. I had a PC and a Mac for gaming, along with consoles.

Yep. And sometimes you can even run for president.

I clicked this link, scanned this article, and made this comment.

I mean, goddammit. Bottle Flip Guy and Chewbacca Mask Lady could both crowdfund a couple million bucks for their Jesus beard T-shirts or dude-bro bottle-moccasins, but Svankmajer has to beg for a couple hundred thousand.

The real problem in Hollywood is it's a giant nepotocracy that reflexively murders anything innovative, shuns the true iconoclast. A cabal of once-rebels from the 70s who have long since calcified into art killers. A bunch of Herods luring in the maybe-messiahs to slaughter.