No worries and thank you! Just appreciated the sentiment enough to follow up.

Thought I would check one more time on this @casparsalmon.bsky.social.

If it is not too late (only seeing this now), please add my name.

But when I wrote it, it was about fans letting themselves be manipulated by bad faith actors. Little did I know Disney would reward the racists by throwing their star under the bus & blame her for their making a bad movie. So again: Rachel Zegler is wonderfully talented and the best thing in it.

So, uh, it ended. We stopped paying attention. Just the way and got to talking. Just the way Netflix's god of algorithms intended.

Y'know, this is making me remember folks were way too mean about Kyle Mooney's Y2K. Yeah it was a shaggy mess, but it was fun and actually had something to say about its era, even if what it said was "what if Limp Bizkit was... good, actually?"

Ke Huy Quan's back and we opened a second round. So that's gotta buy this movie a couple more set pieces, at least.

67 minutes in and I'm starting to regret so many life choices that have led to this viewing. What's the over/under getting another 60 minutes in (I'm at the bit where Pratt and Brown are trying to outrun the Island of Misfit toys, and there was a shameless Marky Mark needle drop)

...this is strangely making me nostalgic for the '90s. No not Mr. Peanut or dancing fish, but those really bad, hollow studio tentpoles that aped the beats of Spielberg but missed the target by country miles. Godzilla, Waterworld, Wild Wild West. This even has a mechanical spider