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Using he/she/they is the exact opposite of high maintenance, it means JVN is OK with feminine, masculine or neutral pronouns. Their assholery has nothing to do with their gender identity. There are plenty of colossal, high maintenance cis-gendered assholes.

it’s almost as if gender fluidity is... fluid.

Relax, guys. He simply broke his penis. It could happen to anyone.

So, he was doing some unsavory shit that would soil his reputation and he thinks he needs to control the narrative. Basically copy Richard Pryor’s act after he got so high he set himself on fire. Cause if he had a stroke or an aneurysm or a household accident, none of this info lockdown would be necessary. 

 They did an amazing job casting the show. It’s amazing how deep the casting pool is once you commit to diving into it.

Mall goth never dies. 

Yeah, Brandon Lee’s cheekbones and jawline could support that level of pancake makeup. 

i do like the dichotomy of our badass lead drinking a samuel adams

We’re seeing it in the U.S., as well. It’s apeshit how many DraftKings and MGM betting ads I see.

This movie giving off serious Latrine Gun Kelly vibes.

It’s kind of hard to see the mullet but I’ll take your word for it. What a bad idea. Can there be any ‘party in the back’ with this character?

I like gambling, but they’re pushing it too hard.

Also, it’s the most emo superhero movie to ever emo. There’s a casual sincerity to the writing that’s kind of disorienting and really thrilled me as a kid.

Uh, Brandon Lee. Jason Lee is different guy and very much alive.

This is going to bomb hard. Hollywood has tried to make The Crow a franchise when it should have only been a single movie.

In this version he dies after getting ripped on bath salts and chasing an iguana into a canal, where he gets chewed up by a boat propeller.

The best thing about The Crow was the soundtrack album.

I’m already disappointed the movie isn’t actually titled “The Crow: Sobbing Nipple of Justice.

Oh yeah. That’s Florida Joker.

When a door closes on Alan Ritchson, I just assume he blasts through the wall like the Kool-Aid Man. Only instead of saying “Oh yeah” he says “Details matter!”