This actually seems to be happening and I’m very sad it won’t be making it to Finnish cinemas. As my old chum Mr. Bloom likes to say, it’s as though cinema owners don’t know what will sell tickets.
Not only is the idea of a PG-13 rated variant of this movie delightful (aside from a single moderate-to-acute disappointment about the musical choices in the Super Duper Cut, I loved that too), but they also do a nice unintentional shout-out to the band I’ve made very similar remarks about in the past. It’s nice to see Deadpool and I see mask-to-mask on this poor much-maligned musical phenomenon.
It’s also a very clever piece of meta-art that points at such things as comic book (cover) variants, which we have also talked about at wonderful length in the past. Wonderful, wonderful length. Wonderful.
I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends.
Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages?
I am Hatboy.
“It’s nice to see Deadpool and I see mask-to-mask on this poor much-maligned musical phenomenon.” You and me both, man, you and me both. I tried and tried to understand the Nickelback hatred but I just couldn’t quite get there. I’m with Deadpool, well said. Although I did enjoy that Jenna Marbles One Night Stand video that used Nickelback as the dealbreaker from what was otherwise a “perfect wife material” encounter.
Gotta say, I don’t understand how we got back to those spider woman pics but LOL anyway. Good times. I must have missed something here.
And now, looking at it again (And finally looking at her FACE, hur hur), that face is fucking weird. Really? Couldn’t work on that a bit more? I guess too much time invested in her other body parts, eh? =/
Her nose, on closer inspection, is microscopic.
That has its benefits…. XD