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Black Panther thought of the day. Saw it again last weekend and my wife and I discussed it a bit more. It is obviously a huge step forward for the black community in generally but we were discussing how it’s also a really good women’s movie. It’s got 4 strong female charcters all who have their own personalities,

I can feel the surface tension already.

I paid to see it in glorious 3D IMAX Smell-o-vision (probably) at the BFI Southbank and I thought it was pretty good. I tried to watch it again on Blu-ray a few months later and I gave up before the Hong Kong fight.

Praed.

Been reading the MCU tie-in comics. So far, most of them don’t feel particularly necessary, particularly as the trades are padded out with adaptations of the films and bonus “classic” comics.

More like the men who write these movies are obsessed with beautiful young girls who die so they don’t have to imagine them getting older and losing their
“appeal”, among other reasons.

Your meta-review is solid but workmanlike. Three stars.

This review is merciless and I love it! Two thumbs up!

If they made a Nextwave movie I would cry with joy.

I kind of imagined two things.

First, that those were top-down because they could function in outer space OR within a planet’s gravitational pull. Sort of a dual-purpose thing.

Second, I thought there may be something like a magnetic push or the like that would propel the bombs toward the target. I mean, this is a

In the opening battle, how did bombs drop out of a bomber in zero gravity? They would have just sat their in their racks when the bay doors open. I assume they were projected downward, but the idea of a top-down bomber in space seems a little fishy. *pushes masking-taped glasses up nose*

Did they splain how the ‘bombers’ worked? I’m sure there is artificial gravity on the ship, but what keeps the bombs from just floating away when they leave the ship?

Oh, I know. Sadly, becoming a wildly successful comedic actor to fund your painting career is the only trajectory less practical than becoming a wildly successful painter to fund your painting career.

In a way, New York City is the real main character.

I was always sort of hoping there would be this overarching Sherlock Holmes fandom where I could meet other people who grew up on the books, had seen every adaptation, drew crossover fanart of different incarnations of Sherlock Holmes together, stuff like that, and I lost interest in the show because everyone seemed

No, it was mid-day.

We did have a door that was sadly proclamation-less the entire time I was there.

I wasn’t allowed to watch PG-13 movies until I turned thirteen. I was so upset that I couldn’t watch Batman.

The silliest time my parents banned a piece of pop culture from me was when my mom took away my copy of Mortal Kombat while dressed as a clown.

Late 80s. My brother and I are in our bedroom where we’re lucky enough to have been gifted our gran’s old TV after she got a new one.