This…this trailer really doesn’t do anything for me. It’s tonally all over the place, and it relies way, way too hard on Tony Stark (is this a Spider-Man movie, or a Tony Stark side project?). Just. Yeah. Not feeling the trailer at all. I hope I’m wrong. Seriously though, and just doubling back: go away, Tony Stark. Jesus Christ, we get it, Marvel Studios and Sony are playing nice together. But. Either you’ve cut a trailer that leans too hard on Stark, or you’ve cut a movie that leans too hard on Stark.

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I’m hoping Colin Trevorrow isn’t as fucking inept as his latest project, Jurassic World, was. Cause that motherfucker is towing the line for the final movie in the new Star Wars trilogy. Lord. Lord help me understand me why he’s been chosen. I mean — he’s competent. Sure. Yeah. Okay. But surely the Lucasfilm Hive-Mind wants more than competent? Right?

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Every once in a while I feel the need to do a cleansing, uncontrollable purge of my RSS reader’s “Saved for Later” folder. Today is the day, folks! Open your mouths, close your eyes, and thank whatever Deity you subscribe to. In this edtion we got some Rian Johsnon on Episode VIII love, pulsating stars, space-suits, Amazon buyin’ shit, and more.

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This one if a bit of a kick in the jimmy for me. Dead Space 3 sold its essence in exchange for an attempt at a money grab. After shearing off what made the franchise memorable in favor of attempting to accumulate every tired gaming mechanic into one bursting shell, the entire whorish endeavor was for nothing. Fuck, fuck, fuck. While I would rather see the series die than suffer its painful metamorphosis, I would also wish they had maintained their original vision for their conclusion. ‘Cause their selling out changed nothing.

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