And all the wailing and gnashing of nerdy teeth over this suckfest...makes me sick. You think us super-types would wait in line for months arguing about a movie concerning your ordinary human lives? Of course not, cause we're super. We have better things to not do, than think about you wimps. And while you're plunking down $15 hard earned bucks to go see a bunch of boring heroes without submersible helmets bitch about their broken marriages, those same heroes are out stiffing waiters, staring at your girlfriend's boobies and generally giving a rat's ass about how much you just LOVE their story. Who watches the Watchmen? You do...and they love your money for it.
I'm not bitter. I just call 'em as I see 'em:
Now on the other hand...if someone would be so gracious as to make a Black Manta Movie I would most certainly greet everyone of you at the first screening, with balloons and Manta-rides. All five of you.
You heard it here first non-believers,
B.M.
