I swear to God, whoever thought that Spider-man should be crying all the time and be very emotionally compromised needs to be taken behind the shed.
five Spider-man movies in and he is a constant emotional wreck sobbing for his mum.

he's crying for the exact same reasons as the movies, even

Urgh... Lerman? really?

Scott Aukerman: By my count, there are about four Star Wars films that already exist, and they're gonna make a few more
Adam Scott: There are six Star Wars films
Scott Aukerman: No, I don't think that's correct
Adam Scott: You're right.
Scott Aukerman: There's four. There's Return of the Ewoks
Adam Scott: There's The Empire Strikes 'em
Scott Aukerman: Uh huh, there's Grandma Tarkin
Adam Scott: And there's Chikki-Chikki Chewbacca Town
Scott Aukerman: Uh huh. That's my favorite. Chikki-Chikki Chewbacca Town

since we don't have a comics thread

sometimes it's hard to remember who the hell is who with all the damn name changes going on. Maybe I should change my name to Mr clean potato jack samurai, but now everyone will know it's me because I just gave it away.

* Neocide plots

I feel insulted, look how bad that heart is

I want the footage of JMM beating Trinitronity's ass for biting his thread.

So that I can draw it for my hentai.

It doesn’t take more than a cursory look at overwrought television series like “Arrow” and “The Flash,” or jingoistic blockbusters like “Man of Steel” and “The Dark Knight Rises,” to find the supergods of DC Comics on their last, wobbly legs. Even the forthcoming, painfully titled blockbuster “Superman v Batman: Dawn of Justice” is coded more like a marketing bonanza than a transformative narrative with anything important to say about the globally warmed Earth our children are inheriting.

And you’re correct: the “crisis” is now the default superhero storytelling mode. Every comic book hero — TV heroes too, like “Doctor Who” — must inevitably, relentlessly, repeatedly face a dedicated threat to his or her very essence and core. It’s no longer sufficient to commit a weird sort of crime in Gotham City; any given baddie has to gnaw at the very roots of Batman’s being, fuck up the private lives of his friends and relatives, make him doubt his raison d’etre, set his postal district on fire and blow up his cave. Poor old Batman seems to lurch from one apocalyptic life-ruin epic to another these days with barely a pause for breath, making me long for the days when he jumped around at night helping people or solving mysteries that didn’t lead to some aeons-spanning plot by the ultimate villain to do the ultimate Bad Thing. And the Caped Crusader’s not the only perma-victim of the Ebola-like “crisis” epidemic. For a while it was genuinely thrilling to watch our heroes facing such directly focused threats to their meaning and relevance, but now the “crisis” approach, where every day is “The Day Evil Won,” is beginning to feel like another grim, played-out sales strategy with diminishing creative returns.

now I feel even stupider I've played LAST BLADE a shitton of times ffs.....

* Neocide is embarrassed