*sigh*
D.C., what are you thinking? You blew six movies worth of damn decent stories in a scrunched-up flurry of flashback. Also, never use popular rock’n’roll songs again until you know how to do it right (Among other things, You Don’t Own Me is about the most inappropriate song you could have used to introduce Harley). We would have liked to know why our air-humping villainess was determined to take over the world, and big, glowing mega-weapons are not self-explanatory.
Dammit, dammit, dammit.
Send your writers back to school. Slap your music director in the face once or twice. Keep your effects guys, they did a fine job; and stop taking brilliant ingredients and using them to make shitty movies.
On to other things…
There are, by my math, 34 days left in 2016. This year has been a crapstorm, publicly and privately, for everyone I know. Will 2017 be better? Gods, I hope so. In order to maximize that possibility, I’m going to spend the rest of the year doing a countdown of the blessings ’16 has brought. Because what you focus on increases.
Weekday ones will show up here. Ready? Let’s go:
We took the kids to Denver ComiCon in June, and it was awesome.