Takeaway curry for dinner with the family. Strawberry Daquiri straight from a can. The 1994 skydiving thriller Terminal Velocity.
If this isn't nice, what is?
It is hysterical to see people arguing for assorted MCU shows as Disney making something camp or queer or subversive, when Jennifer's Body is also on Disney+. For me, simply a delight from start to finish and the second best use of Kiss With A Fist in something from 2009. Quality stuff, fuck studios pitching their subversive joy to horny men!
Florence Pugh, I am once again begging you to beat me up.
Please, my schedule is flexible.
Punch me, kick me, do that thing where you wrap your legs around my head and slam me onto the ground. Whatever.
Florence, I'm begging. This isn't a joke. Body slam me like a little bitch.
End me. Please.
Such a blatant example of stock Disney tropes. There's frustrating political centrism disguised as a message about inner revelations, queer baiting that is never capitalised on so they can make that sweet China money and just barely enough visual flair to satisfy the content hungry Twitter stans. Disney stock is like any culinary stock; it is not the stock itself that people like, but the spices and substance that you add to create something that people remember fondly. Unfortunately, that is Raya and the Last Dragon. All stock, no substance.