*Kevin Feige bursts into the room inexplicably wearing a Chiquita Banana costume*

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*clears throat, glances at Bob Iger*

Kinja Ernie wasn’t real! He was a shared hallucination!

that’s like watching Batman’s parents get killed all over, but it takes 10+ hours to get through.

*checks*

Just go a different direction entirely: Everybody Hunts Raymond

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Hey, if the same guy can convincingly play a centuries-old vampire and a moronic self-immolating male model, I think he can handle a futuristic security robot.

Right? As much as I love this series (and Skarsgard) they’ve set themselves a difficult task. Probably the best approach is going to be something that leans into the themes and tone but doesn’t try to replicate the inner monologue; this is filmic, not prose. The worry is that even if it’s really, really good, it won’t…

I feel like Michael Bay went to see BHC2 and was like, “Holy shit, that’s my style!” and it all went out of control from there.

“...ow.” Best line of the entire trilogy.

For a second my brain parsed that as “Timothy Olyphant” and I was like “wait, he also had a stroke??”

Exactly ditto here (a few months ago, wished earlier, McAdams, etc.).

Oh, okay.

Well, I can’t think of any story more relevant to our era than one about a bunch of rich white guys doing the world’s most pretentious sport.

More like Bore-bie, amirite?

“Pretty much any single moment of his rivalry with Madeline Wunch.”