I was a bit disappointed that this role meant that he stepped down from directing The Stand. I was looking forward to that and now it's being made by some plan B director.
Boy, I love how mention Star Trek Into Darkness as having a theme gets me flamed. Screw you all, that movie actually had a theme unlike the past few Star Trek films.
Back on topic, Affleck is signed to multiple Bat-movies if the sequels keep coming.
Boy, I love how mention Star Trek Into Darkness as having a theme gets me flamed. Screw you all, that movie actually had a theme unlike the past few Star Trek films.
Because Into Darkness was a stupid, poorly-written spectacle film for the dumb masses, and its only theme was "Bomb and punch stuff, while making pointless references to something that came before to make people feel smart without requiring actual thought".
It's NOT a smart movie, and it fails as an example of a smart movie, and if that is your go-to example of a smart movie then you only watch stupid movies.
No, he said the POINT of a movie was to gobble up as large of an audience as possible to rake in sweet, sweet dollars. After all, the only valid measure of value or success is in how much money you've made by the end of it all. You CAN make a smart movie for smart people, but if you do then you're a FAILURE, because you've excluded the part of your audience that includes those who believe Star Trek: Into Darkness is one of cinema's smarter works.
OK, if you're gonna keep going on about Star Trek, then please do so in the actual Star Trek thread.
On topic... I have my reservations about Affleck, but that's mostly because I haven't seen any of his 'serious' work outside of Paycheck (and that's hardly the best example). His more recent films could prove that he's capable of the role, but there'll always be a tingling feeling in the back of my mind reminding me that he was Daredevil...
OK, if you're gonna keep going on about Star Trek, then please do so in the actual Star Trek thread.
On topic... I have my reservations about Affleck, but that's mostly because I haven't seen any of his 'serious' work outside of Paycheck (and that's hardly the best example). His more recent films could prove that he's capable of the role, but there'll always be a tingling feeling in the back of my mind reminding me that he was Daredevil...
I've had more than enough of arguing the merits of one of the better films of the summer. I'd say more, but then I'd get banned for flaming Dashing, and I'd rather not do that.
As for Affleck, this whole situation is just like when Keaton was announced as Batman and when Ledger was announced as Joker. Everyone will hate it until they see him in action.
Best movie this summer was Much Ado About Nothing. And that was filmed in a week on a whim midway through Avengers. And while technically it is the Elizabethan version of a popcorn flick written for cash, I don't think anyone will argue that it isn't also clever.
My dearest friends, it was two years ago today, on the 18th of October, in the year of our Lord, 2011; and it was the day that Arkham and Joker fans cried. And they cried not just for the passing of one man, but for the death of a dream: the dream that he would someday taste the ultimate victory over his most hated enemy. For it was the Clown Prince of Crime who often set out deadly traps and committed the most heinous of murder crimes, and yet it was his frantic antics, his amusing smile, his trademark laughter, not to mention his enormous... Bee-Oh-En-Ee-Ar (i.e., mistake)... that have made us the happy souls we are today. Oh, how we agonized the perfect way to thank him for that! Perhaps with an electric joy buzzer to his gloved hand, or with a cyanide pie to the face, or with an exploding whoopee cushion playfully planted on his throne.
And it's not just his frantic, murderous antics; it was also his most common traits that are shared with those of his most hated foe: Batman. And both were the polar opposites of each other, yet they were vitriolic best buds from time to time, like two peas in a pod. While the Dark Knight had a strict no-kill policy, often sparing the lives of even his most hated villains, the Clown Prince of Crime often resorted to torture, murder, and humiliation. While the Caped Crusader would clean the streets of misfortunes, the Joker would, in the words of Coheed and Cambria's "Deranged", pick the innocent from his "dirty teeth". Both of them would see and think of each other as insane and crazy. And both needed each other to survive, though the Thin White Duke of Death wanted the Dark Knight to kill him time and time again. As the Ace of Knaves would say, without Batman, crime would "have no punchline" and sanity would have kicked in. The same would go for the Joker: without him, crime would have no punchline, and Batman's world would prove empty and meaningless. As we've mentioned before, both were polar opposites; and opposites don't just attract, they bond! Kind of like a family of frienemies, heterosexual life partners, or pets. As the clown would say of the Dark Knight: "I don't hate you because I'm crazy; I'm crazy because I hate you."
But soon that bond was broken by the weaselly little gunsels of Rocksteady Studios sitting in our midst. The cowardly, insignificant goniffs who wrote up a massive storyline of how the Joker injected himself with the Titan formula and got sick with a disease that had been eating away at him for six months, and was told that he had six more months to live before Titan would poison his entire bloodstream completely. Through several months he had been planning to unleash destruction on Gotham City by poisoning its citizens with his infected blood, with his Harley Quinn right by his side, and trying to keep his illness a secret, all the while his life was slowly wasting away from the disease. Eventually he accosted the Dark Knight and demanded that he find the antidote for the Titan poisoning that can make him and the rest of Gotham well again. At the same time, however, the Clown Prince of Crime was eventually told of the Lazarus Pit that would help him obtain immortality. But soon that chance for immortality was foiled by Batman's tossing the sword into the mechanism for the Lazarus Pit along with the destroyed Clayface, who had been the impersonator for the Clown Prince of Crime through and through.
Just when the Joker had all but given up, he noticed that Batman still had the remaining cure after having fought so long and hard for it. Seeing the opportunity as his last chance at redemption, the Joker demanded that the Caped Crusader give him the antidote for the Titan disease, knowing full well that in spite of everything he had done, including silencing Ra's al Ghul's little Talia forever, the Clown Prince of Crime would still be saved and would commit more crimes again. When Batman hesitated a bit and was considering on whether to give him the cure, the Joker mistook it as a refusal and in desperation stabbed him in the arm with a knife for the cure. But in doing so, he accidentally let it fall and shatter onto the floor, depriving him of his only hope at being saved; and desperately tried to pick up the cure from the floor, all in vain. And then, when he could no longer fight off against the wasting Titan disease, he came to the notion that dying may not be so bad, and was ready to embrace the inevitability of death. While he was awaiting his inevitable fate with a sense of dignified calm, the Dark Knight told him that he found it funny that the Clown Prince of Crime had been right all along: that, in spite of everything he had ever done, and would still keep on doing, the Caped Crusader would have saved him. Afterward, the Joker agreed with him, also finding the situation to be pretty funny, and then laughed out loud so long and hard while coughing uncontrollably and gasping, until he succumbed to the disease, dying with a smile on his face. And all of this was due to the guys over at Rocksteady Studios, these mounds of diseased hyena filth who are not fit to lick the dirt from our spats!
But we digress. The time for sorrow has passed. With the Joker still alive and kicking and banking on Joker Immunity elsewhere in the Batman franchise (although he had failed to produce an heir with the love of his life, his dear old Harley Quinn, in the Arkhamverse), and with a prequel game called Batman: Arkham Origins on the way in about a week from now, we believe that we should truly let go of the past, that it's time to look ahead, to a future filled with smiles. And we'll all be smiling again... just as soon as we take those Rocksteady guys there, and slap them all in those boxes there, and roll each one into that vat of acid there!
grabs all the pictures of the guys at Rocksteady Studios, places one on each coffin, and rolls them one by one into the vat of acid
cue the kazoo solo to the tune of the Platters' "Only You (And You Alone)" while the coffins roll down, topped off by the kazoo solo of "Amazing Grace" in a shout-out to Harley Quinn's kazoo solo in "The Man Who Killed Batman"
after a bit of a pause Well, that was fun. Who's for Chinese?
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Cry more. I enjoy the salt from your tears.
Back on topic, Affleck is signed to multiple Bat-movies if the sequels keep coming.
So you're the jerk that turn my parents into chili.
It's NOT a smart movie, and it fails as an example of a smart movie, and if that is your go-to example of a smart movie then you only watch stupid movies.
no that was me.
he was the jerk that made you eat the chili.
I made him eat it twice.
Eww.
On topic... I have my reservations about Affleck, but that's mostly because I haven't seen any of his 'serious' work outside of Paycheck (and that's hardly the best example). His more recent films could prove that he's capable of the role, but there'll always be a tingling feeling in the back of my mind reminding me that he was Daredevil...
I've had more than enough of arguing the merits of one of the better films of the summer. I'd say more, but then I'd get banned for flaming Dashing, and I'd rather not do that.
As for Affleck, this whole situation is just like when Keaton was announced as Batman and when Ledger was announced as Joker. Everyone will hate it until they see him in action.
My dearest friends, it was two years ago today, on the 18th of October, in the year of our Lord, 2011; and it was the day that Arkham and Joker fans cried. And they cried not just for the passing of one man, but for the death of a dream: the dream that he would someday taste the ultimate victory over his most hated enemy. For it was the Clown Prince of Crime who often set out deadly traps and committed the most heinous of murder crimes, and yet it was his frantic antics, his amusing smile, his trademark laughter, not to mention his enormous... Bee-Oh-En-Ee-Ar (i.e., mistake)... that have made us the happy souls we are today. Oh, how we agonized the perfect way to thank him for that! Perhaps with an electric joy buzzer to his gloved hand, or with a cyanide pie to the face, or with an exploding whoopee cushion playfully planted on his throne.
And it's not just his frantic, murderous antics; it was also his most common traits that are shared with those of his most hated foe: Batman. And both were the polar opposites of each other, yet they were vitriolic best buds from time to time, like two peas in a pod. While the Dark Knight had a strict no-kill policy, often sparing the lives of even his most hated villains, the Clown Prince of Crime often resorted to torture, murder, and humiliation. While the Caped Crusader would clean the streets of misfortunes, the Joker would, in the words of Coheed and Cambria's "Deranged", pick the innocent from his "dirty teeth". Both of them would see and think of each other as insane and crazy. And both needed each other to survive, though the Thin White Duke of Death wanted the Dark Knight to kill him time and time again. As the Ace of Knaves would say, without Batman, crime would "have no punchline" and sanity would have kicked in. The same would go for the Joker: without him, crime would have no punchline, and Batman's world would prove empty and meaningless. As we've mentioned before, both were polar opposites; and opposites don't just attract, they bond! Kind of like a family of frienemies, heterosexual life partners, or pets. As the clown would say of the Dark Knight: "I don't hate you because I'm crazy; I'm crazy because I hate you."
But soon that bond was broken by the weaselly little gunsels of Rocksteady Studios sitting in our midst. The cowardly, insignificant goniffs who wrote up a massive storyline of how the Joker injected himself with the Titan formula and got sick with a disease that had been eating away at him for six months, and was told that he had six more months to live before Titan would poison his entire bloodstream completely. Through several months he had been planning to unleash destruction on Gotham City by poisoning its citizens with his infected blood, with his Harley Quinn right by his side, and trying to keep his illness a secret, all the while his life was slowly wasting away from the disease. Eventually he accosted the Dark Knight and demanded that he find the antidote for the Titan poisoning that can make him and the rest of Gotham well again. At the same time, however, the Clown Prince of Crime was eventually told of the Lazarus Pit that would help him obtain immortality. But soon that chance for immortality was foiled by Batman's tossing the sword into the mechanism for the Lazarus Pit along with the destroyed Clayface, who had been the impersonator for the Clown Prince of Crime through and through.
Just when the Joker had all but given up, he noticed that Batman still had the remaining cure after having fought so long and hard for it. Seeing the opportunity as his last chance at redemption, the Joker demanded that the Caped Crusader give him the antidote for the Titan disease, knowing full well that in spite of everything he had done, including silencing Ra's al Ghul's little Talia forever, the Clown Prince of Crime would still be saved and would commit more crimes again. When Batman hesitated a bit and was considering on whether to give him the cure, the Joker mistook it as a refusal and in desperation stabbed him in the arm with a knife for the cure. But in doing so, he accidentally let it fall and shatter onto the floor, depriving him of his only hope at being saved; and desperately tried to pick up the cure from the floor, all in vain. And then, when he could no longer fight off against the wasting Titan disease, he came to the notion that dying may not be so bad, and was ready to embrace the inevitability of death. While he was awaiting his inevitable fate with a sense of dignified calm, the Dark Knight told him that he found it funny that the Clown Prince of Crime had been right all along: that, in spite of everything he had ever done, and would still keep on doing, the Caped Crusader would have saved him. Afterward, the Joker agreed with him, also finding the situation to be pretty funny, and then laughed out loud so long and hard while coughing uncontrollably and gasping, until he succumbed to the disease, dying with a smile on his face. And all of this was due to the guys over at Rocksteady Studios, these mounds of diseased hyena filth who are not fit to lick the dirt from our spats!
But we digress. The time for sorrow has passed. With the Joker still alive and kicking and banking on Joker Immunity elsewhere in the Batman franchise (although he had failed to produce an heir with the love of his life, his dear old Harley Quinn, in the Arkhamverse), and with a prequel game called Batman: Arkham Origins on the way in about a week from now, we believe that we should truly let go of the past, that it's time to look ahead, to a future filled with smiles. And we'll all be smiling again... just as soon as we take those Rocksteady guys there, and slap them all in those boxes there, and roll each one into that vat of acid there!
grabs all the pictures of the guys at Rocksteady Studios, places one on each coffin, and rolls them one by one into the vat of acid
cue the kazoo solo to the tune of the Platters' "Only You (And You Alone)" while the coffins roll down, topped off by the kazoo solo of "Amazing Grace" in a shout-out to Harley Quinn's kazoo solo in "The Man Who Killed Batman"
after a bit of a pause Well, that was fun. Who's for Chinese?
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