And then, just as it's about to cut to black, an axe comes in from offscreen and viciously cuts his head off.

Stan Lee introduces his newest superhero: Woke.

Waiting for Amazon to ship my collector's edition.

Pet the dragon, mount the dragon, ride the dragon. Lots of options here.

Nince Henry, I assume.

Well yeah, the only way to store over 30 years of children's corpses and happy meals boxes is with an ever-expanding void.

That would be absolutely cathartic if they turned the whole thing on its head and he wound up fucking himself over.

The twist got me. I loved it. Once that screen dropped and it was a drunk Rick as the villain, I started laughing in a fit. It was perfect.

The hero we need, but don't deserve.

They all look like variations of the same "I don't understand why women won't talk to me I'M A NICE GUY!!!" loser.

I'll admit, I'll still probably give his solo album a spin. If it's good, fantastic.

Yes, that's EXACTLY what I want!

I imagine Stephen Lang popping up with robot limbs and shit in the fourth sequel all "I STILL live! And I'm more racist against blue people than ever!" and cackling as he fires missiles from his robo chest.

Yes, the one whose singing voice sounds like a dying cicada, ala Wonderwall.

Noel's solo albums were *so* good and Beady Eye's albums were *so* shit that I don't really give a toss what Liam does from here on.

We're supposed to hate Bill now, I'm told.

So… weirdo stuff. Got it.

So… what does he actually do these days, if not music? Weirdo stuff?

Ugh, it's got the same stupid packaging the new Phoenix album has with the stupid wobbly plastic case that slides over the digipak.

The Brothers Grimm. Gross, ugly CGI nightmare that was all over the place.