When I was in school, our town held a battle of the bands. One group called themselves Métrix but the host called them Metrics because he didn't know what to do with the accent over the e. Maytricks was a Blink-182 cover band. They were awful. The very next night, the real Blink-182 played Saturday Night Live. _They_ were awful. And that's how I learned that Maitracks was actually a pretty good band.
I went to the Alita 'branded experience'…
This movie constantly broke my expectations about what was going to happen in a given scene or in general, because in the face of all evidence I kept expecting it to be her story instead of his.
Hawkeye continues to mentor the Scarlet Witch (here using the winking pseudonym "Jane Banner"), this time in dealing with the casual horror regular humans are capable of perpetrating on one another. It's a little unclear whether this takes place before or after Civil War, although my money's on before if they're operating under the auspices of the federal government.
It's refreshing to have one of these smaller, quieter side stories without Robert Downey Jr. zooming in to save the day every few minutes. Sometimes a regular man with impeccable target shooting skills is enough.
