Fan of frozen beverages, loud shirts, drive-in movies. Freelance writer. Rondo-nominated filmmaker. Sagittarius.
“I was going to be ‘The New Cop.’”
More apocalyptic than ever in an age when blue-liners conveniently forget what comes after “One bad apple…” Report to the Commissioner takes it a step farther. Forget the apple. Forget the bunch and bushel. It’s the soil that’s sick. Anything it grows, it poisons. Only way to fix it is slash and burn, but as soon as you get any of that dirt on your department-issue shoe, you’ve already caught the strain. Michael Moriarty may be the most unsung talent of his generation.
“Cowboy shit” is the key. The first Nolan movie I’ve truly loved because it’s the first that’s honest about its gobbledygook. After the first half hour, it’s butter. Which way is anybody moving in time? Whichever way is coolest. And somewhere in that Gordian knot of temporal pincer movements and tomorrow’s death cults, the tin man found a heart. I hope Nolan keeps hanging this loose.
Raimi knows how seriously to take issue #387 of a series that will keep getting printed until the heat death of the universe. Too bad that means he signed on for what has to be the worst script in the MCU. Who are these people? Who gives a shit? This lore has wide, flat sets in front of green screens to go and creatively bankrupt cameos to see. Once we can stop watching Sam do Feige's homework, it genuinely lifts…