“I am sick to death of unkillability. Everybody is unkillable nowadays. You can’t go anywhere without meeting unkillable people. The thing has become an absolute public nuisance. I wish to goodness we had a few mortals left.”

WALK WITHOUT RYTHM! IT WON’T ATTRACT THE WORM!

Maybe an adaptation of Oscar Wilde’s The Importance of Being Jason?

As a kid in the Seventies, I was suitably influenced by all the movies about overpopulation, famine, disease and ozone depletion to think that the future was fucked. Try telling that in an essay to your Catholic grade school nun teachers, and you end up in counseling.

This series never ceases to amaze me. It’s like finding out the aunt you were always told was prim and staid is into heavy metal, Greenpeace marches, skateboarding and swingers’ parties.

So, am I really the only one who thinks the idea of reimagining the Avengers and their villains as college students to be utterly shit? Was that awful X-men cartoon where they were all teenagers really that popular?

For me, the most unbelievable aspect of this movie was the idea that an American cop would actually spend any time in jail for killing the terrorist who murdered his wife and daughter. Virtual intelligence and nanobodies, I’ll buy, but not that.

I used to love this show. Now I can’t wait for it to be cancelled and for them to all go on to their unsuccessful movie careers.

The Ten Eyed Man! He’s got optic nerves in his fingers, giving him the ability to get extreme close-ups of his ass as he wipes it.

I bet ISIS had a party to celebrate their victory in cutting into Lionsgate’s profits.

SAY YOU LOVE SATIN!

Well, this article has dated fairly quickly. Biff Tanner is out of the race, now we have to deal with Bob Roberts.

Damn, the Hills do Have Eyes...

Well, that’s my interest dropped out of the project...

Especially given that nearly all movies nowadays are productions of multinational corporations.

Sounds like an updated version of a classic:

Not every writer gets to write Ulysses. Not every artist gets to paint American Gothic. Not every composer gets to pen the Messiah. Most of us have to animate birds peeing, compose jingle music for tampon commercials, or write posters for local music festivals.

Birds peeing is not the biggest biological mistake made for an animated movie; wasn’t there one a few years back about a father and son, but the “father” was drawn as a cow with udders?

So... this is the story of some violent locals who gets paranoid about the strange-looking immigrants who move in and threaten their stability?

Stay tuned while Charlotte yells at some kids to get off her bloody lawn.