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So You Wanna Play A Shell Game? Where Are Your Balls?
I will confess that my blood pressure rose by a couple of points when I saw this ominous, clickbait-able headline in my numerous alerts on Friday morning, accompanied by the ominous graphic that we’ve recomminssioned here. The Return of Jeff Shell at Paramount Raises #MeToo Questions Regular readers of these musings know I’m a staunch
Deadpool And Wolverine Have Nothing On Cosby And Philbin
To paraphrase another supposedly obsolete content creator of years past, when it comes to superhero movies, in particular the MCU’s iterations, “the reports of their death have been exaggerated”. Unless you’re living under a rock, by now you know that this weekend’s release of DEADPOOL VS. WOLVERINE not only met, but arguably exceeded expectations, as
Don’t Forget It’s Called COMIC-Con
Forget the Olympics; too much rain, anyway. Forget football training camps; too humid. And forget those camping trips, way too many fires. If you are really looking for an escape to paradise, you’d be hard-pressed to find a more temperate and diverse place for a summer weekend than the San Diego Comic-Con International, blissfully finally
Separating Right From Ong
Whenever I see someone who I’ve had the pleasure of knowing for years get an opportunity to be featured prominently on a popular platform, it attracts both my attention and yes, my one-off investment. I’m always interested in what auspiced people have to say. So when I saw Linda Ong listed as the co-author of
Going For Gold, But They’ll Need A Few More Silvers
You’d be hard pressed to find any media company with more to cheer about this summer than Comcast. Between DESPICABLE ME and TWISTERS, they’ve effectively owned the theatrical box office and have almost single-handedly helped stave off the relentless naysayers who prematurely concluded that that business was heading for the same fate as Blockbuster Video.
Judge Them By What They’ve Done, Not Who
When the news broke Sunday that has evolved into Kamala Harris becoming the presumptive eleventh hour choice of the Democratic party to seek the presidency, some of my snarkier social media connections immediately went into tabloid and grade school mode. Some saw this as confirmation of what a good friend of mine calls the “power
From On Court To In Court?
NOTE: This musing also appears today on our sister site, Double Overtime (thedoubleovertime.com) Please visit it regularly for coverage of sports fandom and media. If this were a normal NBA summer, last night’s Summer League finale before a sparse dispassionate crowd at Las Vegas’ Thomas and Mack Center would have been the last gasp of
Hubert H. Harris?
After yesterday’s diatribe of doom that sent me down yet another political rabbithole, I was all set to muse about how a marginally reviewed reboot of nearly 30-year-old IP managed to become the latest box office savior of the summer (Spoiler alert: per DEADLINE’s Anthony D’Alessandro, TWISTERS pulled off that feat by eschewing almost all
COVID? Or Just Cold (Feet)?
The more this wacky, unpredictable and utterly exasperating presidential campaign summer drags on, the more difficult it becomes to understand why so many high-salaried and supposedly auspiced individuals appear increasingly incapable of taking some sort of action that might instill confidence from anyone other than blind faith devotees. The most recent chain of events that