Contentious C

Hey, it's great that someone has asked me some questions about this! Because you know what makes it great? Ignoring your questions! I don't owe you nerds any explanation! Hahahaha! I'm too busy talking about MOVIES MOVIES MOVIES- FIFTEEN BLOODY MOVIES this time, it's Day 188 (and counting) of this movie thing, WTF Did I Just Watch Edition! Hot Garbage Blockers - Hey, let's just spend literally every moment we can just stating the premise and themes of the movie as blandly and directly as possible, all the time, every time! That'll work! Sure! (Note: yes, I understand that Interstellar does exactly this at one point. I still enjoy it anyway. In summation, get bent.) This is basically just like Daddy's Home and any number of other 2010s comedies, where you could have written an entire movie via the writer getting takeout every night for 90 days, and then asking the delivery driver to give them jokes and bits, and simply stringing all those random jokes together would have been funnier than this was. It's not too terrible when it focuses on the girls more directly, but the parent stuff is just unbearably unfunny and boring. Night Hunter - Hey, I like Henry Cavill, and Alexandra Daddario, and Nathan Fillion; how bad can this suspense thriller be? It can be real, real bad. This was ruined for me by having read too many shitty Dean Koontz novels in high school (or, for brevity's sake, Dean Koontz novels), and the plot twist is straight out of one of those. 30 minutes in, I just blurted it out and I was right. The guy playing the killer is pretty good, but the movie feels disjointed, the other roles are poorly acted especially considering all the familiar faces, the script is awful, and the police violate pretty much every single one of their professional standards with total impunity, which is...OK, yeah, right, that's actually 100% accurate. Sorry! Father's Day - Here's a trend: a sometimes-great actor making you want to retroactively strip them of an Oscar for a movie they did the same year. That's Robin Williams here, as somehow he was beyond dreadful - like, August Rush bad, if you ever saw that fluorescent turd of a movie - to the point that it made me think, "You know, maybe Sean Maguire isn't that great a character." I don't know how someone has that 1997, but he did. Billy Crystal is probably just as bad, except he's playing the straight man here, and there aren't as many obvious instances where he drags the movie to a grinding halt. I'm not sure I laughed hard at a single thing in this, and this is two of the biggest comedy draws of their generation falling this flat. Yuck. Poison Ivy && - I couldn't remember if I'd seen this before or not until I got about 20 minutes into it and realized I had. One huge problem with it is that Sara Gilbert is probably my least favorite actor in history. Whatever I've said about James Caan or whoever else that doesn't connect with me, or is a walking charisma sink? You could bury them all in the Mariana Trench that is my reaction to Sara Gilbert and not notice the depths had changed. You're basically watching this for Drew Barrymore, but then naturally the plot has to develop, and once she has to seduce Tom goddamned Skerritt, of all people, it gets into full-on SQUICK territory. I'm trying to picture who was clamoring for an emancipated 16-year-old Drew Barrymore/Tom Skerritt hookup on screen, and, uh, yeah, that person doesn't exist. Shitty exploitation passed off as something challenging and transgressive, but it's just not. Showgirls && - Who was clamoring for gross jailbait movies? Probably the exact same people clamoring for this famous turkey. I couldn't remember if I'd seen it before either (it's probably been 15 years), until Gina Ravera shows up in the movie, and then I remembered the awful, awful, awful, awful, awful way her character is treated in the last 30 minutes of the movie, and I thought about shutting it off. I'm simultaneously glad I didn't and disgusted at myself that I didn't. This is one of the most deeply misogynistic, fucked-up, wrong-headed, backwards-thinking pieces of shit ever committed to film. The fate of the Molly character aside, all of the representations of women are extreme, terrible stereotypes or they're tacit enablers of the men who are worse. Ever wonder why representation matters in film, especially when it comes to the production side? This is *exactly* why it matters. Most of the cast are women; most of the stories are women. The only person important to the production of the film who is a woman? The fucking choreographer. And the thing is, that's really too bad, because there are some surprisingly good set pieces here (like the scene where Berkeley and Gershon are alone on stage), and you do have to admire the dedication involved to pull off a lot of the details here. Too bad it's caught up in a giant pile of crazy bullshit or pathetically bad scenes that stink from a mile away, like the absolutely ridiculous sex scene with Berkeley & Kyle MacLachlan. But, I'm probably not saying anything new here; just reminding myself that people have hated on this for good reason for a very long time, and that most of the actors involved with it deserved better. Always Be My Maybe - I had started watching this when it came out, then only watched the first 10 minutes, so this was just an extra movie on top of what else I watched for the day. Annnnnnd...it's also just not funny in any meaningful way. Randall Park is pretty good, but I can live without Ali Wong...um, I think forever? She's not any good here; not likeable, not believable, certainly not funny. It's also ridiculous that the movie is about Randall's character living up to his talents when the comedy rap group he has is *absolutely fucking terrible*. The only moments of charm and character in the film come from Randall Park's dad, who outshines everyone else in the whole damn thing. ALERT ALERT ALERT Hot Garbage, So So Hot, Like the Burning Fire of a Thousand Suns Incinerating a Sulfur Enrichment Plant Seventh Son - I only know two true things about myself. I knew when this movie came out in 2014 that it looked like a massive, drizzling pile of shit. And I knew, when I first saw its appearance on Netflix, that I would eventually subject myself to this particular brand of masochism. Oh God, where do I start? Talk about revoking Oscars, let's take away Julianne Moore's, and let's DEFINITELY take away Jeff Bridges' Oscar, as this is some All-Time Razzie-Level - like, the Razzie to Rule Them All - bad acting from him. They try to make him wryly funny or...something. And does it work? What the Hell do you think? And Alicia Vikander has some massive Robin Williams vibes here, too, as she was in Ex Machina, one of the greatest sci-fi films in decades in the same year as THIS. The CGI, oh my God, the CGI. You could have brought the crew's kids under the age of 5 onto the set to draw the action on posterboards and it would have looked better. You want to know how bad the artwork was here? Just look no further than the bumper it has on Netflix! It looks like 90% of a well-done dragon, but then they took the meme of the crying guy wearing the smiling mask and pasted that on the dragon's face! You can't unsee this shit! Pointless characters who do nothing but eat up screen time? Boy have we got those! Let's just have a whole slew of easily-dispatched alleged badasses who come from nowhere, get maybe one scene to seem dangerous, and then eat it in embarrassing fashion to put over the good guys! A confusing ending? Sure, why not put the cherry on top of the shit sundae, why don't you? I don't usually spoil much, but I'm a helper, so I'm helping you here by saying, do the good guys vanquish? Not really. Do they show cleverness and trick the bad guys into losing? Nope. The witch LITERALLY JUST GIVES UP, after threatening to burn entire nations! What in the SANDWICH FUCK. But! Guess what? It's STILL not as bad as The Crow: Wicked Prayer. But damn is this right there on the Mount Rushmore - ahem, excuse me, the MOUNT FLUSHMORE - of absolutely dreadful movies, and this isn't even a sequel of anything! Acceptable In the Soup - Oh thank you, finally, a movie that's just weird instead of mental toxin delivered at 24 frames a second. Steve Buscemi is the main character here, but the real star is Seymour Cassel, who manages to pull off this highwire act of being crummy and charming and scary and creepy and loving and genuine and utterly fake all at the same time, and usually all in the same scene. Jennifer Beals is pretty great as the unattainable love interest, too, but what this movie reminds me of the most is the film Pi, if only that movie were whimsical and not-so-serious, instead of being completely warped and demented. It feels like Aronofsky lifted a huge pile of the shots and settings - and the attendant claustrophobia and paranoia - from this movie about making movies. I don't think it accomplishes what it's trying to, or really even gets that close, but the acting is the real highlight here. Misbehavior - This is a Korean film about a teacher whose work and personal life become increasingly screwed-up by a nepotistic coworker who only got her place because her daddy runs the boys' school where they teach. This was verging on the Hot Garbage territory for quite a while, as the first third or so of the movie is pretty dull. It tries - and usually fails hard - to capture some of the same quiet madness that someone like Ryusuke Hamaguchi is so great at filming. But Ha-neul Kim, who plays the main character, drags this to watchability until we get to the ending, where I was thinking to myself, "You know, this has been a really restrained movie, but what it probably needs is a violent ending" and BANG, there it is. Gotta hand it to the Koreans for that. There are whispers and elements of movies like Eyes Without a Face and Mulholland Dr. in the last 10 minutes; it isn't anywhere near as good as those, but at least the director had the sense to steal from great things. The Tender Bar - I think you mean, "The Tepid Bar"! I can't believe this got award nominations; it's...massively mediocre. I mean, yeah, Ben Affleck is pretty good in it, but the only other role that really pops is Briana Middleton, who plays Tye Sheridan's on-again, off-again love interest. Where this really falls short is in actually *showing* any real consequences to any of the choices that the protagonist makes. There are allusions to drinking problems and whatnot, but nothing he does seems to really cost anything in any meaningful way, so it really makes me wonder how this was even supposed to be that compelling of a memoir, let alone a film adaptation. The Intruder (1962) - Two things: the title shown in the opening moments for this movie is I Hate Your Guts, which is undeniably a better title. The other thing is that, uh, you may not want to watch this. Maybe ever. It's an attempt at capturing some of the sense of what was happening during the Civil Rights movement, but man, is it really insane to see something this wildly racist today. On some level, maybe that's actually a useful thing about it; it's a reminder that all the craziness we've seen the last 5+ years is something that simply never went away in the first place. But it is the height of irony to watch William fucking Shatner, who fucked everything in the galaxy as the clearly unprejudiced Captain Kirk, play a carpetbagging racist shit-stirrer. It's not a badly-made film, and it sort of works considering its premise, but not everyone may have the stomach for it. I Could Never Be Your Woman - Totally forgot I just watched this! It's also easy to forget Amy Heckerling, one of America's real film geniuses. She just makes too few films to stay front-of-mind. And this is a long, long way from her strongest work, but it's still 100% hers, as she's just leveling her guns at all sorts of targets with the same withering humor you come to expect of her. This has one of Saiorse Ronan's earliest big roles, basically playing the Sally Draper-esque cypher for the whole movie, speaking with Heckerling's voice about her various beefs with Hollywood, and she's probably the highlight of the film. The plot is thin gruel, but Paul Rudd really busts his ass to make it watchable, and there are more than a few times in the movie where you could believe he's actually an insane person they just let out of the nuthouse. Awesome Daisies - Talk about a movie that's not for everyone; that's this one. But man, this is wild, wild stuff that the world needs and continues to need. Even if you don't agree with the politics, or you don't understand the messages about war and consumerism and feminism, just the *editing* in this film alone is so utterly brilliant that it would make this a great movie on its own. This veers all over the map, from silent film/Vaudeville shenanigans to more avant-garde stage acting to slapstick and almost everything else you can think of, so there's not much in the way of plot. But it's got a metric ton of the same "fuck you" anti-authority vibes that Repo Man has, so if that's your bag, this probably is, too. Don't Look Up - I don't know what those other nerds were thinking about this when they said they didn't like it. This isn't Adam McKay's best movie or anything, but it's pretty darn good. It's funny in that "if you don't laugh, you probably ought to cry" way, since you could swap out the comet for COVID or climate change or the fact that the US is a failed state, and the message is basically the same for any and all of those crises. It's probably the best acting either DiCaprio or Lawrence has done since their own Academy Award wins, and Cate Blanchett is seventeen shades of batshit crazy here. It's rare that I have wanted to punch anyone in the face as much as I wanted to punch Jonah Hill in the face for the entirety of this movie. Plus, as a scientist, it is a bit of a relief to see someone capture how infuriating it is to have people in the media blatantly misunderstand demonstrable facts on a regular basis. I don't think this is as good of a "end of the world comedy" as Seeking a Friend for the End of the World was, so props to Lorene Scafaria for that movie once again, but I think this is going to age better than some of Adam's other films, assuming, you know, we don't destroy ourselves first. Winner Winner, I'll have what she's having for dinner When Harry Met Sally... && - I know, I know, obvious film critic is obvious. But every so often, I get a hankering to rewatch this, and it just holds up every. Single. Time. Easy Top 10 of the 80s pick for me and probably a Top 40 all-time pick for that matter. Simply the most rewatchable film I can think of, and that's only a little bit because TBS used to play it all the time. The jokes always land (although I'm sure some people could take or leave the "Ethiopian/empty plate" joke these days, but I still laugh), the side characters feel developed and genuine but we also understand they're just window dressing, the old couples never stop being charming, and the script is close to perfect. I think what I caught this time that I hadn't seen before was how meals punctuate so many of the big discussions they have about sex and relationships: the initial diner talk about Sheldon the Wonder Schlong, the scene we all recognize, the failed set-up dinner with Bruno Kirby and Carrie Fisher (where Jess and Marie banter about how he wrote that dinners are overrated~!~!), the quiet dinner of Billy Crystal grazing on his salad like an idiot after they finally sleep together. I never go out of my way to listen to the kind of stuff that's on the soundtrack, either, but it's a joy every time I hear every song. Probably because I associate them with this movie. And the ending speech Billy Crystal gives is basically seared into my brain as how I think about love. *chef's kiss* Whew, that was a lot.

The Jets were certainly offensive!

Hahahah, fuck the Steelers.

Fat guy TDs everywhere, yeesh!

I believe the correct term is "bowling shoe-ugly". Next year's games are going to be...shall we say...chippy? And a fat guy TD. Jesus. The Pats should start next season 0-1 just because. Nice doink as well.

My shoulders are the fucking worst. The last 2 months have been an ongoing struggle to progress without causing constant pain and stiffness. Part of it has been my lack of rear delts, but only a small part. I've had to just scrap barbell OHPs altogether. There have only been two good fixes to this. The first is grip width. Too narrow or too wide pushes the strain into the joints and my presses suffer. Did 1x2 of 175 on flat bench maybe 3 weeks ago and thought I was going to break in half. Today, with the right grip, I did 3x5 of 175 and probably could have squeezed another rep or two with a spotter. The other, surprising addition has been doing various pin presses in the Smith machine. I'm not typically a fan, but I'm loading 2 plates on each side for either flat or incline and then going to complete failure with them, which you can't entirely do safely at a normal bench. Chest gets a huge burn, shoulders don't take as much beating or limit how much I can move. It's not perfect - I'm probably dealing with arthritis, scar tissue buildup, or both - but it's better.

Big Chris Evans fan, I take it.

Still, the highlight of the bowl season came from Kansas State/LSU... (turn on the captions if it helps)

This went from boring to ridiculous in 10-15 minutes.

OK, TV shows that would be substantially improved by replacing the main character with Li'l Sweet from the Dr. Pepper commercials! I'll start: How I Met Your Mother (fine, that one is cheating)

You forgot Reynolds's Canadian accent.

Big Play Mike! Also ridiculous they've converted 6 4th downs after that KC game where they bungled all of them that mattered.

Hahahahahahahahah. Fuck the Steelers.

"Bol Bol Nuggets" sounds like a missed food vendor opportunity by Denver.

All of the LOTR and Hobbit movies are lovely-looking trash. They're not Transformers-level trash, but they're still nothingburgers I wouldn't rewatch unless someone paid me for the time (which is about $40/hr, btw). Yay, contributions! Piggybacking off of New Blood's last post in the 2021 thread (though I was already thinking of it myself), here were my Top Movies Watched for the First Time in 2021 (no particular order): Secrets & Lies Videodrome Repo Man Funny Games (1997) Drive My Car His Girl Friday Come and See There were a lot of other great ones, but nothing that *quite* rose to the level of these. And now, Best 2021 Movies I saw (a much shorter list): Drive My Car The Power of the Dog *gap* The Last Duel *even bigger gap* Dune Everything else I liked Spider-Man, but no way it has any business being nominated for Best Picture. Now, more movies! You don't care! You've got bigger things to worry about today! Don't we all! Day 177 of...this junk, Shitty Anniversaries Edition. Hot Garbage Carrie Pilby - I just got done watching this crud on Netflix and I really want that 98 minutes back. This is maybe a step above a Lifetime movie with more swearing and more British people, but otherwise there's just nothing redeeming about it. The characters are boring, the script is lifeless, the acting is shoddy (though Gabriel Byrne could literally sleepwalk through something like this and not be awful, and perhaps he did just that). There's maybe one scene early on that has some zip to it, and that kind of gets your hopes up, and then the rest is just dull. Transformers: Dark of the Moon - The Transformers franchise is so uniformly awful and unremarkable that I couldn't recall if I'd seen this. Turns out I hadn't, so hey, here it is stinking up this list. I seriously couldn't tell you a thing about the plot of either of the previous movies, except, "They arrive" and "John Turturro is doing his best John Leguizamo impression and annoying the piss out of me every time he appears." This movie is at least slightly better than that, because you do finally get a sense of the stakes involved, as we see the wholesale slaughter of an entire city at the hands of batshit-crazy aliens. I'm not sure this has a single thing else going for it, except that Michael Bay, as ever, can make pretty things out of $200 million in straight garbage. It's a weird thing to be good at, but...here we are. This also feels just hyper-violent - I mean, the whole thing is blowing up cities and terrorizing people, but we don't give PG-13 ratings to movies where people violent rip the heads off of animals, for example. And yet, here are some car-robot-mechs that we try to anthropomorphize so we care about them, but they get to experience what are clearly agonizing, brutal, and undignified deaths and that's OK because their blood is, what, oil? What the actual fuck. Last Action Hero && - I actually don't know if I'd ever seen this all the way through before. I probably did, but it made no impression on me 20+ years ago when I must have seen it. It's...a huge pile of crap, but at least it's got a little of that Hudson Hawk vibe of knowing it's a huge pile of crap. But this most assuredly does not fall into the "so bad it's good" category. It's just bad. The CGI is awful, even for 1993; the kid is Every Annoying Kid You Shouldn't Cast in Your Movie; and it might be Shane Black's single worst script. I do appreciate all the self-aware nods throughout, and that Arnold & McTiernan were willing to go that far in breaking the fourth wall, but being different is hardly the same as being well-done. Daddy's Home - Hey, Linda Cardellini is in this. We're literally done listing the things that make it tolerable. If you piled up all the DVDs and Blu-rays of the shitty movies Will Ferrell & Mark Wahlberg have done, how many children do you think you could suffocate under that pile? I'm thinking it's well into the thousands. That thought experiment has more value to society than this movie ever did. No. Just no. Still not as bad as The Crow: Wicked Prayer, though. Ava - I thought about putting this in Acceptable, as the cast is not terrible, but the only genre more inherently awful right now is the zombie movie. Spy/assassin thrillers are gaining ground quick, though, as John Wick injected some unfortunate life into grim corpses like this (and then of course shat out a decent sequel and kind of a grim corpse of its own). Oh, oh wait, your movie is about a spy who murders people to death who is now trying to avoid being murdered to death for all their murdering? And it's their own agency who wants them dead? No, I didn't already see that a billion times, you Jason Bourne fetishist, you. And this has the nerve to try to pretend it's not exactly like every other movie in the genre by barfing up some crap about a bad home life and alcoholism and stuff, but it falls totally flat. Fuck right off with this. Acceptable Gunpowder Milkshake - This is another movie that owes a huge debt to John Wick, but it's far, far, far more Kill Bill than Bourne Identity. It's not the least bit self-serious, it's got a few really good stunt pieces, and the cast goes pretty well together. I do wonder why Angela Bassett has insisted on turning herself into a plastic surgery nightmare, but that's not really anything to do with the movie. It's far from great and it does feel like it fizzles out a bit, as the first third or so is funnier and more ridiculous than the rest, but it works well enough. It would be nice to see Karen Gillan do some, I don't know, acting, though. The Half of It - This was a surprisingly charming little movie; it's basically Cyrano de Bergerac if it were Queer-ano de Bergerac, and if the dumb guy who thinks he loves Roxanne also caught feelings for Cyrano. I think the whole bit with the main character's dad dragged down the movie every time he appeared, not to mention his character felt cheaply stereotypical at its best. But, it seemed pretty clear that the writer/director lived this herself and probably stayed true to her memories, rather than flesh out some of the characters - or caricatures - she drew. But the 3 main actors are all really, really good together and win you over despite their characters' near-constant ability to fuck up everything they touch. The Night Before - I think a lot of people could view this as deserving the Hot Garbage category, and it is yet another slapdash Seth Rogen/Jonathan Levine collaboration, but it's the rare time where Rogen doing the "guy who's too high all the time" schtick actually works, because his character is otherwise such a stick in the mud that his freakouts are relatively believable. Plus, he just has a good vibe with JGL and Anthony Mackie, so the movie rolls along at a nice clip without getting too far away from the laughs. Weirdly, though, some of the funniest bits - and basically all of the heartfelt bits - come from their interactions with their wives/exes/mothers, so you almost wish this weren't so over-the-top and spent more time on some of those relationships. Otherwise, this felt a tiny bit like What If, with respect to the humor always going three steps too far, but is otherwise a very simple, but enjoyable, adult Christmas movie. May have to watch it next year for the holidays. Shoot the Piano Player - I just don't think I like French New Wave, is what it is. I like about half of one Godard movie, and the rest of his catalog I've seen, I could flush. I didn't hate The 400 Blows or anything, but about the nicest thing I could say about Truffaut's movies thus far is that I don't loathe them as much as Godard. I really enjoyed the first 10 minutes or so of this, when it felt a little jaunty and weird and populated with outlandish characters, but I swear, the second some criminal or noirish type out of one of these has to open his mouth to share his big idea about society, or women, or human nature, or blah blah fuckity blah, I want to be the guy who ventilates his head with a handgun, instead of waiting for the inevitable scene where said pontificating blowhard criminal does it to someone else to bring it all home how the protagonist can't escape his past. Fury - AKA, Saving Private Ryan for tank fetishists. Out of this batch of movies, this might have had the best cast and some of the best performances, as Jon Bernthal is, to no one's great surprise, a massive creepjob, and this might be one of Brad Pitt's best 3 or 4 roles, too. The middle of the film has a surprisingly tender moment that is of course ruined by the horrors of war in multiple ways, but there are times where this feels hamfisted, especially when it comes to the score, which tends to step on some of the film (including said middle). But this adds very little new to what a bunch of other directors have already done for WWII films, although it might be worth it just because it takes some of the shine off of the likes of Patton. Awesome To Sleep with Anger - Ooof, now this is a disturbing film. Easily, easily the best thing I've ever seen Danny Glover do, almost to the point that you can't believe he did this in the middle of shitting out Lethal Weapon movies every 2.5 years. What's great about this is the ambiguity; you can read this as a parable of sorts, or you can read it as just a realistic portrayal of dysfunction. The hints are there for both, and whether you want to think Harry is actually evil, or that Gideon & Suzie's family was always headed for disaster and they have no one to blame but themselves, you're right either way. Mary Alice and Sheryl Lee Ralph are both great in this; it's probably the best thing I've seen either of them do, although that isn't saying much given how little of Mary Alice I've seen as anything other than someone's doddering grandmother. If I were making a Best of the 90s list - who the fuck am I kidding? Of course I am - this would be a shoo-in for that.

I clearly hate myself, because in addition to the constant slog of watching new movies, I'm re-reading Wheel of Time because 1 interminable hobby apparently isn't enough. I think I expressed my feelings about the show enough; it's very 'two steps forward, two steps back' in its handling, though it cut the flab of the first book. The second book isn't one I like much - I think the 4th one was probably my favorite - but it's a good stage-setting book for the things that are to come. This is the first time I revisited it since the only time I read the last 5 (ugh!) books, so it's sort of interesting to see certain characters in their true light from the beginning. I was reminded that I kind of had a crush on Moiraine while reading them when they first came out, and I'm also reminded that that gross-ass May/December cradle-robbing motherfucker Thom Merrilin can go fuck himself with his flute. Bad shipping, bad shipping!

Oh, don't worry, all 8 of them are doing that sort of thing already by standing outside NIH & Walter Reed with "Fire Fauci" signs.

For those who have played it, how much is AssCreed: Odyssey really like Witcher 3 or Skyrim (the two closest comparisons my Steam account draws)? I've never played a single entry in the series and I'm not exactly sure I'm missing anything to begin with. But I could go for a Witcher-y game that isn't Geralt.

There's a certain kind of joy that only comes from seeing an expensive shitshow of a team puke up a hairball at home. Ja Morant fed the Nets some castor oil tonight. I hope there's some shot they can get past Phoenix and/or GS, because I'd love to see this team go deep in the playoffs. Hopefully they can keep things together long enough to make it to the next level.

Maybe, but you figure he had to learn that kind of Uncling from someone.

This is correct. I'm trying to watch Shadow & Bone while I still have Netflix for another week-plus, but man, it's just not - it's not anything. It's not funny, it's not different, it's not well-written or acted, it's not quirky. It's not terrible, either, but it's just lukewarm across the board. Of course, I could probably watch the lead actress read the phonebook, but as soon as it goes to one of the other plot threads, I lose interest. It's also yet another "Being the Chosen One is SOOO HARRRRD" thing that I would love to see vanish from the face of the Earth. But hey, if you're into generically-executed Steampunk/Alternate Earth history/Specialized Magic fantasy shows, you might not be as bored as me.

I came to the last page and had to backtrack, thinking there was some *even crazier* Antonio Brown-related drama with his own family that was the "aunt/uncle" situation, but this is kind of better. But let's face it, AB probably does have something at least that weird going on in his family, and we're just not privy to it.

Wednesday's pre-emptive news: Jalen Hurts out with COVID...

That's kind of the understanding. I've also heard "sex card/bromide collectible game with occasional rhythm combat sections" as a description for Witcher 1. There are a couple of lengthy, full-blown playthroughs of it on Youtube that make it clear how the story isn't even that good, or at least suffers from a number of serious lapses that aren't typically present in # 3. You can skip conversations with major characters like Zoltan and Dandelion and then enter a later conversation where it seems like you're talking about something you never talked about before, because it's just convenient to the plot to discuss the thing you never actually discussed during the meeting that never happened. I couldn't get into # 2 after playing # 3, because even then the combat and movement felt too clunky. Say what you will about certain AAA studios and their RPG/FPS games - and I have - but at least their controls are smooth, and I'm terribly spoiled on them. I'd love to see CDPR update both games, but I doubt they ever will unless they are desperate for cash.

Maybe so, but it looks like someone on Iowa State wants Clemson to cover the spread with that baffling tip up instead of batting it down. Of course, DJ is also fucking terrible, so there's that perpetual fly in the ointment.