He’s supposed to commit seppuku. It’s the ultimate final act of cultural appropriation, appropriate ironic punishment for the crime of offending the cultural appropriation police.

Scientifically inaccurate scientific parody cats...

I’d go white with red accents.

You think Rouge One was a moneymaker, wait until you see the sequel Bleu Two!

Bullshit. You’re basing that completely on bias against the film and it’s demonstrably not true. Why? Because it’s the SAME HEAD. Winston took the mold he used directly from the original prop and in most ways it’s exactly the same. The primary differences are that the original had a translucent dome piece, which was…

I agree with the possibility of the “snipe hunt” interpretation, but from the time I first watched it I thought it meant an easy but annoying slaughter of some infestation of local alien life. An extermination mission, basically. Whatever they encounter might be dangerous to civvies, but easily destroyed by modern…

I think it would be weird to NOT want to punch that guy in the mouth, preferably with a steel gauntlet.

It’s a Pebbles hairdo. And it’s the only funny thing about this whole project.

As important as RDJ is to the MCU, if he wants a suit / statue he can have one. You really think they’d tell him no?

Seriously, worse than the crap in the current trailer? That thing literally looks like it was made from black quick-dry latex from a tube with eyes made of transluscent white polystyrene. At least this thing has some sort of texture to it.

That can’t be right. The Japanese vowel translated as “a” is ALWAYS pronounced “ah”. The first thing they teach you in how to pronounce romaji is that the vowels always rhyme with the phrase “ah, we soon get old”. As in, ah ee oo eh oh. So, for example, anime is “ah-nee-meh”, samurai is “sah-moo-rah-ee”, sensei is…

You’re mistaken. A magneto is an electrical component.

Four bottles. Gin, vodka, rum, triple sec. It’s not a Long Island if you put tequila in it, it is a Texas Tea.

All the liquors should be clear, no dark rum or colored orange liqueurs. Not too much coke. The result should look a transluscent brown like an iced tea without visible fizz. Garnish with a lemon, add a straw.…

Hooooooooooly shit. That is incredibly intense and he plays it *brilliantly*. You can just feel the stunned shellshock as his mind reels and his heart shatters into pieces faster than he can even process it. He manages to seperate just enough of his conscious processing to go through the motions of what he’s supposed…

Innocent civilians are innocent civilians, period, no matter what the men of their armed forces do. This goes double for women and triple for children.

I wasn’t even able to finish it. I deeply respect it, and highly recommend it as a powerful piece of masterful filmmaking, but it was just too heartbreaking for me to handle. I doubt I’ll ever make a second attempt, just reading the synopsis brings me to tears.

At least it wasn’t plans for a new stealth spyplane hidden in an Atari 2600 cartridge. A poor game shop owner got killed over one of those in the early 1980s....

Face. You meant to say face, not faces, because John Byrne only ever draws one and he puts it on every character.

This is a perfect example of modern people missing the point of older progressive works and thinking they’re doing good by “fixing” them according to their own narrow ideas that they don’t recognize as narrow.

The whole damned point was to SUBVERT that by portraying Cloak as good and heroic, with the two of them in a mutually beneficial and interdependent yin and yang symbiosis. The message was “you project your hate onto them, but you’re wrong about them” with the further implication that such assumptions are often wrong…