Who Framed Gump? Part I (a Christmas spectacular in motion capture 3D!)
Who Framed Gump? Part I (a Christmas spectacular in motion capture 3D!)
Hmm, that show was never as entertaining as the premise or popculture made it seem. You could largely get the same effect by bumping two RC cars together until one jammed a wheel.
But hey, amateur garage robotics have surely improved since then.
Enough so that ABC thinks we want a reality show look at amateur garage…
He'll probably get over the leak, but god help you if Jack catches you double dipping that guac. I hear that's what really ended the White Stripes. "It's like putting your whole mouth in the bowl, Meg!"
I don't care what anyone says, I love the Wachowskis. Were the Matrix sequels all that? Nah, but they were fun and stylish and reached for something more grandiose and sincere than you usually get from an action franchise.
And ever since, they haven't stopped going pie-in-the-sky. Movies based on a direly bleak…
Agreed. I especially like the dynamic that developes with the witches as things progress. They're definitely evil, but not strictly wrong. And how can anyone not like Grimalkin, that mudering, righteous maniac?
Too bad. The books this is (very, VERY) loosely based on are really good. Yet they're probably too intense for an accurate adaptation. It's one of the darkest and most violent fantasy series I've read, and it's supposed to be for freakin kids! It only gets a literary PG rating because the protagonist and his little…
Nice little reference to Bludhaven tonight! I've always wondered what city that's supposed to be? Starling is Seattle, Metropolis is either Chicago or daytime New York, Gotham is nighttime New York, and Bludhaven is very nearby, so…Jersey City?
Gotta say, this show has done well with building and utilizing its extended cast, especially the "made up" ones that don't have years of comic book material for the writer's to fall back on. It's an interesting contrast. The show wouldn't exist at all without those years of material to serve as a skeleton, yet Diggle,…
In the Deathroom could make a pretty good movie. Or, better still, Everthing's Eventual. How about Survivor Type, staring James Franco?
I remain desperately, and probably futilely, hopeful that Abbie and Ichabod never become a "thing". Can't there be a show where a man and a woman are just close friends, bonding over things beside unrequited lust?
Sadly, any day now, the writing staff will hit a wall on some "Big Foot is King George's mutant bastard…
I hope he doesn't go full psycho/sadist/maniac, too, as is too often the Bat villain default. Ol' Greentights definitely has some blood on his hands, but he's usually a refreshing exception to that rule, someone whose crimes are notable for being clever rather than shocking and horrible. I mean, even freakin'…
The reviewers are usually so dismissive of all things Riddler, but I'm actually really liking this little origin story they're weaving, the slow-burn chipping away of his dignity and patience. It's a good way to make sense of the guy he becomes. Unlike many villains and heroes it's not about one big, defining event…
Bullock: "I don't always like you, Bats, but your five o'clock shadow is winin' me over."
I didn't see it until I was 22, a little drunk, and alone while my girlfriend was overseas.
I cried a little…
Well, at the very least the real world spiderweb of legality increasingly reflects how damn intricate, confusing, and nonsensical the X-Men universe is.
The X-Men movie franchise struck gold by mining prequels as a way of getting around the stupidity and pointless mass deaths of one of its titles (X3, may it live in infamy).
I love Hewlett's art to death, but if everything was hinging on him why not pull a Tank Girl and sub in Ashley Wood?
In fact, anytime there's an artistic dispute with any franchise, just go ahead and sub in Ashley Wood.
Silence of the Lambs? Sure. Dead Alive? Of course.
But for some reason, what really got me as a kid was National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. Chevy Chase Santa being electrocuted disturbed some deep part of me.