"Ambush questions at a press junket" is definitional douchebaggery.

Fisk and his organization are notorious murderers of everyone you've ever known/loved/cared about, so an insurance scheme-based retirement plan for Mrs. Fisk seems ill-considered.

I'm just glad that someone, somewhere in media culture has made an earnest effort to start a dialogue on race and class issues.

If you're a Pulp fan and his solo stuff hasn't found its way to you, that says a lot about its quality…

Yeah, but that happy-talk was almost certainly written by some publicist. If DeKnight hated Petrie and Ramirez and wanted to see them burn in hell, the press release would say the exact same thing.

This city reached out to some guy in my city. I then reached out to the reacher-outer, because this city is my city.

Less oddly, that non-Sava review felt layered and insightful.

it's more changing the concept that "women can't do this" or "women can only do rom-com"

[Ok, so there's the Oppressed Woman Report from Sava. Now let's talk about the episode.]

Sadly, there were TWO Evanescence songs in that dumpster fire.

The greatest visual trick he ever pulled was simulating a chin.

Now, that was just as uncalled-for. I'm outta here.

No, you're just being a one-note jackass. Also: a fedora is a fucking hat, not an argument.

C. Both

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No, I'm with you. The ways that supers integrate into society is very interesting and worth exploring. It's just that DC's insistence on doing all such explorations in midnight blue/black, torrential rain, and portentous dialogue with BWAAAAAAAHMPF!-based soundtracks is hilariously wrongheaded.

To me this is the very reason torrent clients exist.

Yeah, DKR is the referent. Keeping Frank Miller's laughably heavy 80s "tone" is the ongoing mistake these DC properties are making, imo.

I'm just glad that the soundtrack is made up entirely of the braying, single-note brass-and-synth undulations that all "ominous" movies are obliged to have nowadays.

The above sentence represents a waste of fingers.