Kayla is such a rich, fully realized person while all the boys around her just feel like cartoon characters, from the pretty boy who acts like Butt-head to Jimbo “My Shirt’s Chafing Me” Jones and finally a Rick Sanchez-impersonating Milhouse Van Houten. I’m not saying that as a criticism. Looking back on middle school, that’s pretty damn accurate.
Last week a mother came into the library looking to check out all the Spider-Gwen comics we had for her young daughter.
I totally get it, kid. Although that Noir version is more up this old man’s alley.
This is not only the most inventive American animated film since WALL*E, it’s the first superhero movie to excite me about the genre and its source material instead of utterly exhaust me since, I don’t know, Spider-man 2?
This is the America I believe in.
Farmers' market cupcakes,
A bar without a television,
Method Man doing his laundry,
Going to the mall on a Saturday to watch Island of Lost Souls,
And a middle class blue collar life.
The Limits of Control is about anger.
Only Lovers Left Alive is about apathy.
Paterson is about passion.