Also, whatever else you might be inclined to say or think about him, in 1973 John Wayne was a 66-year-old cancer survivor with one lung. He could have almost certainly been ‘forcibly restrained’ by gently breathing in his general direction. By Sacheen Littlefinger herself.
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Sure, but this article is specifically talking about and to people who are yelling at her to do so. They don’t get to make the decision for her or bully her into it, which is also reasonable to point out.
To be totally fair, they see it as a two-hour toy commercial because, well, it is a two hour toy commercial in large part. It’s not just a toy commercial, of course, and it’s not fair to look at it purely through that lens, but let’s not act like they’re wholly wrong to view it that way. It’s like like everyone involve…
Why was Barbie a hit? Not because it was about a toy.
“Or you’ll do what, exactly, Park?”
TBF I think this is kind of the OP’s point when he or she or they say that movies in the ‘70s might be meandering, but they’re visceral: they’re not always good, but even the crap ones often have seem to have something interesting that makes them seem in someway distinctive or at least like an actual person was…
Honestly, I’d let the entire MCU burn if it meant saving Sorcerer. Even the pretty good ones. Heck, if it were the DCEU I’d cheerfully be throwing them onto the bonfire for the most part.
Having seen this trailer without prior consent or preparation (at a screening of The Big Lebowski of all things), I can confirm there are at least two other... well, ‘jokes’ might be putting it a bit strong, ‘humour-related audience-response-generating nodes’ might be a more accurate term for this particular paradigm:
Specifically I am thinking a lot about Dracula’s postman. Every time he has to go all the way up the Borgo Pass with registered mail from England and Klopstock & Billreuth Bank in Budapest and every time he has to go back, because the count is sleeping in his coffin. Must be extremely frustrating.
They wanted respect, sure. And sure, they wanted people to think they were generally okay guys. That’s why they’d put their names to a public building or service to present themselves as generally benevolent, definitely. But other than that? I maintain that Cornelius Vanderbilt almost certainly couldn’t give a fuck if…
It is, but to be totally fair to the AV Club on this one there is a Christopher Lee Dracula film called Dracula, Prince of Darkness, so I’m assuming the writer is thinking of that.
Related, you know what maybe the one good thing about the robber barons of old was? They didn’t demand that we worship them as geniuses and intellectual wunderkinds and borderline superheroes and spend all our lives focussing on them. Cornelius Vanderbilt didn’t give a fuck what the hoi polloi thought about him.…
Scotty Enn describes encounter with fly that kept buzzing around his head: “Like being in an abusive relationship”
Oh no, you were right the first time, I am what Adam Devine complains about. Just not with regards to the death of cinematic comedy.
Honestly, I’m quite willing to embrace the suck from time to time. Embracing the absolutely shite, however, is a different matter. That trailer looked wretched, and not in a fun way.
“Sam Barsanti got a key detail wrong in his attempt at analysis” is, sadly, not a huge surprise these days.
the Dark Knight himself is kind of a brick wall of personality and his colorful rogues bring some much-needed zip to a story that would otherwise be about a rich man in a leather suit brutalizing purse-snatchers and regular crime bosses who don’t look like penguins.
Did we watch the same trailer? ‘Cause the one I watched looked absolutely shite.
The thing I remember most about Van Helsing is that there’s a bit when Kate Beckinsale kills one of Dracula’s brides and she makes the exact same-in-theory “When you have to shoot, shoot” joke that Tuco makes in The Good, The Bad and the Ugly after killing the bounty hunter who got the drop on him. Except when…