Well that’s negative percent surprising.

Damn, Candy Candy. My very first manga. I feel like the US is the only place this wasn’t a big deal. My grandmother read them and passed whatever survived to me.

Summer Wars and the Girl who Leapt Trough Time are directed by Mamoru Hosoda, who spent most of his early years working on Digimon and Dragonball Z (but also the Samurai Champloo opening!). I probably should have been clearer separating those groups out. Hosoda’s stuff is definitely accessible to the masses but it’s…

I’d recommend looking up the few works of Satoshi Kon, who did several films and one series (all fantastic. I mean, damn, this Paprika opening). Also Summer Wars, The Girl who Leapt Through Time, and The Boy and the Beast. There’s Tekkonkinkreet too, a movie that is really unsually style wise but also really fun.

I don’t mind Trish’s arc, I hate that she got rewarded for it. She fucked everyone (POOR MALCOLM), assaulted her friends, murdered someone, and then still got superpowers in the most bullshit contrived way possible. She doesn’t feel bad about anything she did. I can only see her as the villain now.

Because late term abortions are abortions of necessity. They happen when things go very very wrong in a pregnancy, and they are a hard decision made between the woman, her doctor, and any associated family the woman chooses. And where someone draws the line at “elective” is different. Not everyone thinks it’s “right”…

Ugh. Every one of Flay’s shows are a stroke to his own ego. He’s 70% the reason my mom wouldn’t watch Iron Chef: America and to this day is the only person I’ve heard her call a “greasy pompous douchebag.” Which for her is the equivalent of spitting and shoving a couple pins in an effigy.

All-Stars was how I started watching the show and it was a slap in the face to go back to Blais’ original season and realize what a douche that guy was. They did some master craft level editing on All-Stars.

Halfway through I realized all the far more interesting red herrings were all just going to be, “a mom did it.” Why did this weird thing happen? A mom did it. How will we deal with this twist? A mom. What happened to...oh, ok, mom again.

Watching randos scramble frantically to get out of the way of the flash mob is its own special fun.

There is no difference. The bar to “art” is low and bars no one from entry. Some art may be trash, or disposable, in insignificant (and it may be all of those things, and maybe even on purpose), that doesn’t make them less “art” than the stuff made for museums, the cinema, or other “serious art venues.”

JJ2 was such a disappointment. It didn’t even have anything to say about moms or draw parallels between the moms. Just...#MOMPROBLEMS.

I liked Ant Man alright but all the memorable moments were very clearly from Edgar Wright, and I’m disappointed he didn’t get to actually make the movie he wanted. I don’t know what it would have been “better” but it would certainly have been more interesting.

Fuck yes Dessa. Fighting Fish is still my pump up song.

It’s that hideous beard. Stop smothering your beautiful jawline with that tribble! Now he looks like he chafes.

“They spelled your chest tattoo wrong.”
“Shit. Tell my agent to buy another 20 gold chains, maybe with some big medallions, or a clock.”

Hamm has also played several creepers in the past so it might have primed the mental pump.

Still not as bad as “Hey here’s my tits!” Anjanath.

Some key numbers for you.