Marvel, take the box marked 'characters with mental health issues', just put it down and walk away. I'm serious now, just walk away.
You're not good at this. I get that you're trying, that's just great but this whole cinematic universe isn't a great space to explore that kind of stuff.
It took some weird directions and kept rolling with it but I was mostly lost or confused and mostly didn't care. I only kept watching it for Oscar Isaac.
Trigger warning - this is a 2 hour movie about a movie production in a Covid bubble. It's actually kind of gross.
It's weirdly watchable and I guess they were going for relatable in some ways but then it really isn't.
I dunno guys... Pedro Pascal is disheveled and gorgeous and it's easy to watch. But honestly, it also made me feel sick in the pit of my stomach. Maybe we shouldn't mine entertainment from this. Maybe I didn't need or want this.
Remember me? I'm the fella you slept on last night
Clark Gable casually undresses in front of Claudette Colbert in this movie and she lifts her skirt, demonstrating her hitchhiking technique. This movie is so horny. I love it.
Current mood: watching movies that currently have sequels out in the cinema which I probably won't get to see.
So far it's not going well.
I took the day off work due to being unwell and just wanted something mindless but even I could tell this was not good. I'll never understand why they chose to continue ripping off the earlier iterations of these movies given how much we now know about the variety of dinosaurs there actually were. It's…
This movie had Mads Mikkelsen wandering around in the most pimping fur coat and yet somehow I was bored.
