There’s precedent behind Wayne’s battitude, albeit a stupid one. In the JLA one-shot Superpower, a super-heroic (but non-super-powered) overachiever subjects himself to STAR Labs’ radical experimentation in order to gain the abilities to “do more” for the world. He gets those abilities, and almost immediately wins…
Almost enough to make me miss the relative pleasantness of Google Glass glassholes.
Oh, Sugar Honey Ice Tea!
It has a great score by Jerry Goldsmith. Everything else about it is nails on chalkboard. It’s far more Van Helsing than Mummy.
Even under the likes of Hammy, No!, Gawkwork still has yet to reach the depths of RawStory, which not only breathlessly regurgitated MSNBC’s deceptively-edited Bill Clinton quote, but went so far as to further misrepresent what he said by rearranging segments of said quote.
This is just another cog in the Clinton-Wasserman-Schultz-Goldman-Sachs Vast Rat-Fucking Conspiracy, and I assure you that this ploy has not only failed to deceive me I have just contributed eighty gajillion dollars to Bernie’s campaign as a direct result.
It’s just...cosplayers cosplay as fictional characters. Someone in the Marvel Universe cosplaying as Doc Doom is like someone impersonating Putin in ours. Or just being a Sikh, an actual Sikh, in a Trump rally that serves free beer.
He just can’t stand watching white men being oppressed like this while all across the nation blacks are not picking cotton.
“But keep claims in perspective: every year about 100 million deaths occur, many of them under obscure or shadowy circumstances. What are the odds of one such death being claimed as due to a meteorite rather than some other cause that someone would like to conceal?”
(EDIT: McPherson beat me to the punch, with the picture anyways.) National Geographic, 2013: The True Story of History’s Only Known Meteorite Victim
Quick reminder: in the comics, Tony Stark’s desire for a public spectacle got a friend of Buck’s killed. (Well, comic-book killed.)
That’s slightly better than the families I personally witnessed bringing in children only to hop up and storm out during “Uncle F*cker,” as fully anticipated by the movie itself.
John Di Maggio’s Joker is fantastic, as is Wade Williams’ Black Mask. And just recalling that very final scene is making me all misty-eyed.
The construction crane version of “the telephone pole just came out of nowhere and hit my car.”
“Man, get a load’a these winds! Well, nobody told me ta stand down, so I’ll just leave the thing up there. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Have you ever been to TheMovieSpoiler.com and read a passage that makes no sense because you can’t keep track of who’s who? You know: “He went there and beat him up and then he started to leave but then he got up and fought back and he turned the tables on him and beat him up, and he won and he lost.” The Nashville…
I just finished watching my Blu-Ray of Yellow Submarine only minutes ago. In the middle of it, I could have sworn I imagined Michael Bay’s horrifying live-action remake with an “urban” CGI Jeremy Hillary Boob PhD.
It’s a series of pipes!
