Unfortunately, she is. It’s a fetish thing.

I’m for practical effects and everything, but this need to do bizarre shit that audiences can’t tell the difference with is genuinely a disease.

“Leo ate a real bear’s heart for The Revenant!”

Why? Were they out of the fake ones?

Jellico refers to it as “Erotica”, though.

I say this as someone who’s watched all of Columbo and loves it.

Him. Too.

Velociraptors in nurses’ uniforms.

I started reading them because I watched Candyman for the first time, only to discover that the story isn’t even in the omnibus I have. But, oh well, it’s still really fucking good, and I can always track down the other.

Oh, definitely. I’ve been reading Books of Blood, which is why I checked it out in the first place.

I’m honestly more looking forward to Dread, but I worry it will be much the same: At best, fun, but not as tight as the story.

Yes, they’ve been stripped, shaved, field dressed, and are nothing but meat for CHUDs, but tie their hands in front of their junk. Allow them some dignity.

Fair. I wouldn’t say I like him, but he’s not someone I hate, either. His casting tends to merit a resounding, “Okay.”

Doesn’t it? Nothing against Garfield, necessarily, but I’m having a hard time seeing it.

Who knows? Maybe there’s a timeline where that was a career-defining role for him.

Okay, first of all, he was great. Second of all, he was cast weeks before filming because Andrew Garfield dropped out.

Jesus Christ.

Dude’s probably on Sora now, generating home video of his dead wife under a bedsheet so he can sit and watch it in the dark.