Nah. It’s easier to blame half of the human race than practicing even a modicum of self-awareness.

At some point, you’d think someone would wonder why they pair up with an unending string of shitty men.

Glad to know De Nero and Pesci are goodfellas

“For much of her career, the roles offered to Stone either involved playing the psychosexual femme fatale.”

Pesci: “You think I’m sexy? Sexy how? Sexy like a bombshell? Do I arouse you?”

Joe Pesci: I make you feel respected as a person? I’m here to fuckin’ respect women? Waddya mean “not misogynist”? Not misogynist how? How am I not a misogynist?

I came here ready to hate the material, but that’s actually pretty funny.

Granted...

Then have Sam Raimi or Wes Craven direct.
Superman: The Return! From the Dead!

There’s only one real answer.

So I see that he’s a hard bargain, I respect that.

How about the other former Superman Reeves (by an amazing coincidence unrelated to the first)? Also dead? Darn.

How do you know when it’s bedtime at Neverland Ranch? When the big hand touches the little hand. 

This movie won’t age well when people start coming forward accusing Jackson of being a pedophile.

Oof. That was pretty tone-deaf. You already know right off the bat it’s going to be a hagiography. Honestly, did we need this? It would be so easy NOT to make an MJ biopic. 

“For me, there is no artist with the power, the charisma, and the sheer musical genius of Michael Jackson,” yeah, shame about the kiddy fiddling.

I guess you could say

That, and paving over burial grounds and Native land without consideration to the people living on those lands. We don’t need another strip mall or parking lot.

That’s certainly part of it, but there’s also the fear of the unknown, where there’s this mysterious, almost Lovecraftian spiritual dimension that’s both entirely foreign and right under our noses, waiting to be stumbled into.

I’ve always perceived it as a horror trope steeped in American guilt, as a form of generational revenge for indigenous genocide.