To each his own. Mitch Hennessy is my dude -
To each his own. Mitch Hennessy is my dude -
Which oddly seems to be a lot of the criticism. Some people are mad that you had a large event and that no one died. You can have stakes without killing someone. It doesn’t make it less.
Plus, y’know, maybe they wanted to explore that whole “you can tell a cool, ‘game-changing’ comic book story without having to kill a marquee character” thing.
Hey! I remember Journeyman. I still think about that surprisingly solid show somewhat frequently and wonder at why some great shows like Firefly gain cult followings and others don’t. It is very interesting.
You prefer the ‘Allo, ‘Allo route?
"I liked TFA but really the last 20 minutes should have been Chewie just arm-rippin’ his way out of Starkiller Base, beating the living crap out of Kylo Ren bare-handed (hairy-handed? bare-clawed? ...whatever...), detonating the Base, then flying the Falcon back to the Rebels and staging a massive victory rave party…
I liked TFA but really the last 20 minutes should have been Chewie just arm-rippin’ his way out of Starkiller Base.
Can Disney stop fucking around and just give us a Chewbacca movie?
I can get on board with this. (badum-tish)
Hey Alcide.
That's my secret hope - he kills them ALL off, and Negan becomes the protagonist going forward.
I honestly would love a Preacher/Supernatural crossover. But not having the Winchesters meet the Unholy Trinity. Just have Sam and Dean eating burgers in the background of Jesse, Cass and Tulip having a discussion in some small town diner. Have the Impala parked next to Tulip’s car in the parking lot. Nothing more…
I’d watch Castiel go shopping for trench coats and ties.
“They’re mindless zombies, and they’re still keeping secrets to protect the other’s feelings!”
“It’s a very challenging building,”
Not true. The Tisket Tasket Company is in negotiations on that property as we speak. They were planning to deliver a Letter of Intent to purchase the building, but they dropped it and some fucking kid stole it.
Honestly, no one wants to be any-fucking-where near Newark. Because it’s Newark.