Keliana Tayler’s “Coloring Trees” project has funded! I love the project, and am absolutely unbiased except maybe a teency bit.
There are just six days remaining, so if noodling in fancy coloring books is your jam, you should definitely get in on this now.
I’ll be seeing Avengers: Endgame on Friday morning.
My review will be pretty basic. I’ll let you know if I liked it, and I’ll tell you whether or not it boosts my Infinity War review back up over my Threshold of Awesome.
That’s it. I won’t be saying anything about who does what, or how, or when/why/where.
I will likely complain about the run-time, because three hours and one minute (per IMDB) is a loooong time for me and my bladder to stay in one place while holding a soda. I love long-form entertainment, but as the form gets longer I’m more inclined to love it at home, where I have a pause button, a kitchen, and a clean toilet.
At any rate, you do not need to worry about visiting Schlock Mercenary. I’ll hold off on Avengers: Endgame details for a couple of weeks, after which point I will probably forget that I wanted to write more things.
The new Hellboy film is fun, and gooey, and gross, and David Harbour does just fine taking up the horns and crown from Ron Perlman. Yes, Perlman’s chin (and entire demeanor) felt almost typecast for 2004’s Hellboy, but Harbour stepped up and delivered the goods.
The film is R-rated for graphic violence. The filmmakers chose to do cinematic renditions of the splattery enrupturing found in the Hellboy comics, and while I don’t ordinarily go in for those kinds of things, in this case I feel like it worked very well in service of the story.
Hellboy crosses my Threshold of Awesome, and I was excited to have an epilogue, a mid-credits scene, and an after-the-credits scene, because they did a convincing job of offering me more Hellboy films in the future.