Mr. Robot, Season 1 – Fight Club for Nerds

Through the Idiot Glass Disclaimer: There will be spoilers. If you’re even remotely interested in this show and you haven’t yet seen it, or if you’ll be mad if you accidentally read any possible spoilers about it, I’m going to chalk it up to “not my fucking problem”. You have been warned.
Discussion Subject: Mr. Robot, Season 1 (2015) (USA)

Mr. Robot, Season 1
My dad told me he watched some of this years back and thought it was good. I remember getting it recommended to me, but I had so much other stuff going on like “maintaining crippling sleep deprivation because of my decision to have a child” to get around to it.

Years later, a love of Severance brings me here. If I like that show, they say, I’ll like this show. Well, since I really, REALLY liked that show, then I wanna really, REALLY like another show too! Might as well be this show!

Etc.


The Premise

Meet the loveable and cuddly Elliot Alderson (Rami Malek), a bug-eyed young man who looks 100x more like Freddie Mercury than some kid named “Elliot Alderson”. Elliot works at a place called Allsafe as part of the cybersecurity division. His favorite pastime is crushing up morphine and snorting it, so one can imagine that he spends most of his waking hours in a haze of paranoia and delusion. And anxiety and depression and hallucinations. He seems fun to be around, for sure. And people actually care about him, which goes against all the evidence displayed before me.

Mr. Robot, Season 1

Get up, punk! You’ve got some hacking to do!

Elliot gets recruited by a group of rogue hackers known as “fsociety”, lead by Mr. Robot (Christian Slater). They aim to take down the huge conglomerate E Corp (which Elliot refers to as “Evil Corp”) and cancel all debts across the world. E Corp is also Allsafe’s biggest client, so shit gets rather sticky.

While he’s trying to do his thing, there are other players in the game. Some are sympathetic, like Darlene (Carly Chaikin), a fellow fsociety hacker, or Angela (Portia Doubleday), a fellow Allfase employee. Some are antagonistic, like Tyrell Wellick (Martin Wallström), the Senior Vice President of Technology at E Corp who is willing to do anything (quite literally) to advance his position in the company.

OH YEAH, AND THINGS MIGHT NOT BE WHAT THEY SEEM! SPOILERS ABOUND, NIMRODS!

Mr. Robot, Season 1

Wait’ll hear about the twist, kid! You’ll be really mad at me then!


My Half-Baked Thoughts

After a brief obsession and two watches through Season 1 of AppleTV+’s Severance, my brain craved something similar. The trustworthy internet brought me to Mr. Robot, which is not even close to the same show at all! In fact, I felt ripped off within about three episodes into the season. What the hell was this show about twitchy twentysomethings and their drug addictions and their work addictions and their weird, anti-social leanings? What the hell is all this constant technobabble that means about as much to me as Geordie LaForge going off about graviton polarity distorters that are causing abnormalities in the molecular auxiliary regulator? This isn’t raising in me any existential or morality questions! Boo and hiss!

Mr. Robot, Season 1

If you breathe one more word about flux capacitors I will cut you like bread, son.

OK, well there are some morality questions such as “should I kill the wife of the guy that gets promoted to Chief Technology Officer” (some will say “no” to this, but it turns out that there are no other options apparently). The answers to these questions are, in my opinion, very cut and dry. It doesn’t leave much room for ambiguity.

The MEAT of the show is about Elliot’s various mental problems and his giant-eyeballed creepiness. In all honesty, this guy is so off-putting that I don’t understand why all these people are actually friends with him! His boss is like “you’re wonderful at your job” and Elliot answers with something like “I don’t think I want you to tell me that.” The guy is weird is alls I’m sayin’. But since this guy is as about an unreliable narrator as you can get, and he has some hardcore hallucinations, not to mention a morphine addiction, you learn as you course through the episodes that everything from Elliot’s point of view needs to be taken with a grain of salt.

Mr. Robot, Season 1

You’ve come a long way from blowing yourself up in Heathers, Bad Boy.

With all that being said, it never even crossed my mind that Elliot was Mr. Robot himself until the reveal. For one thing, I was too fixated on Christian Slater downplaying his “hey theeeerrree, I’m a bush league Jack Nicholson, and I’m the coooool guy of the show.” For another thing, once it was revealed that Mr. Robot was Elliot’s dead dad I was spending a lot of my brain energy on how a white-ass dude like Christian Slater could be related in any way to Egyptian-ass Rami Malek. How funny is that shit? This dude played notorious non-white Freddie Mercury and now he’s Christian Slater’s son! Hilarious!

Performances were decent, with most of my attention on Martin Wallström as Tyrell Wellick. The dude knows how express what I’m going to call “controlled chaos”. The dude is deranged as hell and yet he’s able to maintain a thoughtful placidity, like a true sociopath. Only occasionally does he fucking lose his shit, like slamming and breaking stuff in his house out of anger. Or beating up the homeless! Tyrell is the most compelling character, and although his fate is unknown at the end of the season, I very much hope that his role in Season 2 is just as sizeable! Good looking guy, too. He reminds me of an uglier version of me! Ha!

Mr. Robot, Season 1

Just another domestic dispute in the Wellick household. Nothing to see here, people.

I’m in no way doing a re-watch of Season 1. Maybe sometime down the line if I end up completely falling in love with the whole series (I won’t). With the knowledge that Elliot is Mr. Robot IN THE FLESH, I do wonder about the delicious breadcrumb trail they lay out that a second run-through would reveal. Does Elliot, at some point, throw up his hands and yell “I’M MR. ROBOT!”, because that would’ve been a large clue that I overlooked.


Worth the Watch?

I’m going to say yes, mostly because there are payoffs that make the story more interesting than the whole LET’S CRACK THE WAVEBAND INTERFRAME AND INPUT A PROXY ROOTKIT INTO THE WINSOCK SERVER stuff that takes up a lot of Elliot’s internal monologue. I will watch Season 2, I’ll say that much, although I’m not clamoring to do so. I just don’t know what they’ll end up doing except maybe make Elliot addicted to black tar heroin and we get to see him flop around like a fish for 40 minutes of each episode.

Mr. Robot, Season 1

My face after finishing Season 1.

Runaways (Vol. 1), Issue #12 – “Lost and Found (Part 2)”

* Part 2 of 2 of the Lost and Found storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Runaways (Vol. 1), Issue #12 – “Lost and Found (Part 2)”! In the previous issue, The Pride learns that some idiot lieutenant hired other superheroes to find their kids. Unhappy with this, they shoot the guy in the kneecap and decide to take matters into their own smelly hands.

Meanwhile, the kids have decided to venture outside to look for some real crimes that they can do-good about, but then they get hassled by Cloak and Dagger. Cloak absorbs four of them in his cloak – Alex, Nico, Karolina, and Chase – and detects no actual blood on any of their hands. Then Gert and Molly show up to tear Cloak and Dagger brand new b-holes. The finest b-holes in town.

Let’s get those b-holes torn up.


Runaways (Vol. 1), Issue #12 [April, 2004]
Written by: Brian K. Vaughan
“Lost and Found (Part 1)”

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Van Nyus, California – 12:26am

“You know, it says a lot about my life that this isn’t the strangest thing I’ve ever seen,” Dagger says as Gert and Molly stand there with Gert’s snarling dinosaur. Gert calls Dagger’s outfit “slutty”, to which Dagger readily admits that she has no self-respect. But she DOES have these bright sticks that she can fling and whatnot. Check it out! *fling*

One of these hits the dinosaur, which mostly just sends it into an irate tizzy. It appears that Dagger’s powers have no effect on the likes of prehistoric-type creatures! THWAP! That’s the sound of Dagger getting a torso full of dinosaur tail, sending her flying into a flagpole. “Easy, Old Lace,” says Gert. “She’s just a skinny little thing. We don’t want to break her in two…”

Cloak threatens death upon anyone who harms the skinny little thing. Molly cries for everyone to stop REIGNING BLOWS upon each other. “Just let our friends out of your ugly cape,” she yelps, tugging on it. Cloak warns that trying to pull it off is a futile exercise in stupidity and/or time-wastefulness plus maybe a little bit of arrogance and also MISPLACED FORTITUDE. “Not even a god has the strength to rend it from my–”

Whoops, it comes right off like a bedsheet. Cloak screams as blackness emanates from his chest, his arms, his eyeballs, and every orifice imaginable. Even the brand new b-hole.

Cloak looks like a total nerd now, stuttering, sweating in his denim.

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GUH! GUH! BUH! BUH! Where’s your inhaler, loser?

Molly apologizes to the guy; she didn’t know he wasn’t a monster. Cloak has reverted to the complete twerp he was before wearing the cloak in the first place. Please give it back to him. Please? He won’t actually kill anyone! Pinky promise!

“My mommy is a speech therapist. Maybe she can help you!” says Molly.
“Bruiser, your parents are psychotic supervillains,” Gert reminds her.

Dagger wants Gert to elaborate on this mumbo-jumbo. Gert thinks that their folks sent Cloak and Dagger after them. Dagger corrects her, it was the po-po. Whatever! They’re all in cahoots anyway!

After about fourteen seconds of talking, Gert convinces these two bounty hunters that they’re the good guys and their parents are the bad guys and now four of their friends are stuck in the fuckin’ Darkforce Dimension. What a drag!

The Darkforce Dimension – Beyond Time

“HOLY %*$#! WHERE THE #&@* ARE WE?” Chase yells eloquently. It sucks to be in the Darkforce Dimension, I can tell already. It’s all dark and cold. They can see their breath. Holy %*$# indeed, Chase. Holy %*$# indeed.

Alex maintains his obnoxious stoicism and claims that there must be a reasonable explanation. “The Cloak guy must have teleported us to… to Siberia or something.” Yeah, that doesn’t sound like any reason to be alarmed, I guess. In the middle of the coldest area of Russia? Across an entire ocean from L.A.? Good luck getting back, punk. Putin will never let you back out.

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Maybe this is the LSD dimension. My hands are so huuuge.

Nico deliriously comments about how “her knives” have shown her “her sins”. Chase’s magic gloves are too busted up to make a fire. Karolina’s powers don’t work. Wherever they are, they don’t have their powers! Their powers!

Suddenly, a loud “WHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO” pierces the air. Well, I guess a sound like “WHOOO” doesn’t pierce, necessarily. It kind of just lumbers through the air like an obese man lumbers toward a delectable cherry pie.

Oh shit, it’s demons. Demons have arrived. I guess they’re fucked. What are Gert and Molly up to right now?

“What do you mean they’re lost?!” Gert yells. It means they’re lost, dimwit. Molly ripped off Cloak’s cloak and the severing of Cloak’s cloak doesn’t allow Cloak to connect to the cloak’s Darkforce Dimension portal anymore.

Cloak.

“This guy’s outfit is like the mystical equivalent of a portal to the internet, but the server crashed, so before we can perform a search, we have to find a way to get it back online…” says Gert. “Right?”

“That was the worst analogy I’ve ever heard,” Dagger responds. “But it gives me an idea.”

I don’t know what about what Gert said gave Dagger this idea, but she wants to pump Cloak full of her light sticks in order to repair his link to the Darkforce Dimension. It’s a long shot, but at least it’s an idea, right? Maybe Burger King will help too. Or Koosh balls. Anything is worth a try, I suppose.

So she shoots him with light. He goes “GAH!”

In the Dragonforce Dimension, the demons have scooped up Chase and are preparing to eat him or fornicate with his butt or something equally unseemly.

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Don’t be melodramatic. Besides, Hell is hot, idiot.

Mr. Optimist Alex now thinks they won’t get out of this alive, so he tries to tell Nico something important… but then Dagger’s light thing works and Cloak’s cloak is back on and the four missing children fall right onto the Los Angeles pavement. The best pavement in the country. Good ol’ hard all-American City of Angels pavement. Why am I talking about pavement? What the fuck is my problem? You know what? Just click that “x” in the top right corner of your browser. That will be the best for both of us.

Dagger is sweating profusely, likely making hella pit stains in her perfectly crisp and clean white uniform. She asks if everyone is ok, and every is pissed off. So, yes.

Twenty-nine Minutes Later

Everyone is now all caught up. The kids have told their whole story up to this point, and Cloak and Dagger are now sympathetic to their wretched plight. “I’m good friends with the Black Widow,” Dagger offers. “I’m sure she could put you in touch with Captain America and those guys, maybe send them out here to clean house.”

Captain America? Yeah right, how’s he going to help? What’s he going to do? Pick his nose?

Alex would like this drooling doofus to help, though. That sounds awesome! In the meantime, Cloak offers to take the lot of them back to New York in his Cloak. Chase replies that he’d rather spend an evening at Neverland Ranch than step inside there again. Nico agrees. So, perhaps they’ll just lay low in Chase’s hideout until some superhero types come knocking on the door.

Chase is, however, verrrry suspicious of these two. Even after all the information they gave, he doesn’t want to give anymore information! Gert tells him to cool his fucking jets, brah. “[Cloak and Dagger] can assemble a posse in Manhattan, and we’ll go back into hiding until our ‘rents are in the slammer and the coast is clear.”

Karolina feels like a coward, but Dagger assures her that she and Cloak ain’t known nuthin’ when they ran away. Hell, they tried running away to McDonald’s! You can’t sleep in a McDonald’s! Not even in a Burger King!

The two teams part ways. “It was awesome to meet you, Cloak and Dazzler!” says Molly, which got an lol out of me. Dagger is less than amused. lol

Panorama City, California – 1:23am

The kids are driving back to the Hostel in Chase’s rape van. The group thinks they should celebrate with some food even though Alex “Wet Blanket” “Bedwetter” “Blanket Is Wet Because of Pee” Wilder is hesitant to spend anymore of their barely-earned money. I don’t know why at least one of these kids wasn’t able to steal some dough from their millionaire parents. Horrible runaways. Just pure crap.

Karolina reminds Alex that they’re going to be RESCUED, so they should all eat to their heart’s content. Molly agrees. Alex changes his mind! A harbinger of bad tidings to come…

Runaways (Vol. 1), Issue #12

Let’s find an orgy!

UCLA Medical Center – 1:34am

Flores is holed up in a hospital bed with a giant case over his knee. An unknown call gives his phone a little ringy-dingy.

“Lieutenant Flores?”

“Speak up, kid. You’re mumbling. I can barely understand–”

“You’re the dork who sent Cloak and Dagger after us, right? I’m surprised our parents haven’t killed you yet.”

“Who… who is this?”

“Right now, I’m the only friend you’ve got.”

Yeah yeah yeah, you see where this is going? The rat tells Flores that Cloak and Dagger are hanging out in Van Nuys right now and they know about the Pride. So you’ve got a giant mess to clean up, sir. “Do something…” says Alex or Molly or Gert or Chase or Nico or Karolina, “or the next bullet will probably be to your brain.”

Van Nuys, California – Twenty-five Minutes Later

Cloak and Dagger are ready to head back to NYC. They feel stupid for being duped, but at least they have each other! And–

KASCHOWW! That’s the sound of a group of nogoodnik parents showing up to give them the business. Bound in a magic vortex, Cloak and Dagger are asked where the sniveling little children are. Molly’s mutant parents have scanned their memories; the duo hung out with the kids for a bit, but they have no idea where they went.

Well, instead of executing them on the spot, Mr. Stein suggests using that mind-wiping power that the Hayes mentioned earlier. Kind of a trial run! See if they melt in a pile of sticky goo or start listening to Crosby, Stills, and Nash, or something equally upsetting. “Hold them steady, Frank,” says Dr. Mr. Hayes. “If we cause one incorrect synapse to fire, we could lobotomize them both.”

Runaways (Vol. 1), Issue #12

PURPLE! PURPLE!! NOOOO!!!

Cloak and Dagger collapse in a heap, so the mind-wiping was likely a success. Or they’re dead! Either way is a-ok.

“I don’t get it,” says Mr. Dean after the NYC superhero threat has been neutralized. “If one of our runaways is really loyal to us, why not call us directly? Or at least tell us where they are?”

Very good questions, I think. I know a good question when I see one.

“Yes, who in God’s name is our mole?”

My money is on the dinosaur.

Final Thoughts

The end of yet another storyline. Only six more issues left of this particular run of Runaways, which I’ll probably get to sooner rather than later. For now, maybe I’ll hit up all those Marvel comics where the Hulk humps a telephone pole for 700 issues straight.

East of West, Issue #30 – “The Machine City Must Fall”

* Part 1 of 16 of the The Apocalypse: Year Three storyline *

Welcome to Ghostliness & Nerfherders Presents: East of West, Issue #30 – “The Machine City Must Fall”! Good to be back, you guys. I’m finally ready to tackle the final 16 issues and wrap this puppy up! In the previous storyline, the Three Mean Horsemen perform their change-form ritual and become adult versions of themselves while not reversing the genders again. Death’s journey to find his son is successful. Babylon and Balloon spent a lot of time together in a great open Earth learning some real life experience. Archibald tried and failed to assassinate Xiaolian Mao. The Chosen have convened for one last meeting and it didn’t go well at all. Ezra Orion gets shot and it spurs an uprising. The commoners (and there are may of them) are livid! Wolf died. Narsimha died. Archibald and Constance dress incognito and join the fray! Oh, those two.

Is that it? Yeah, that’s pretty much it. Year Three of the Apocalypse begins! And not a moment too soon, I can tell you that much.


East of West, Issue #30 [December, 2016]
Written by: Jonathan Hickman
“The Machine City Must Fall”

East of West, Issue #30

The Three Young Horsemen That Are Now Older Horsemen are driving along the Grass Sea in their U.S. Army All-Terrain Vehicle. “This is total bullshit,” complains Conquest. The blue one. There’s no war on the plains! There’s supposed to be a war! Where’s the fucking war? This is War’s fault!

“Don’t you think you’re being a bit–” War starts, but then Conquest cuts him off. He’s not being a bit anything, fuckdamnit! Don’t even begin to talk about what someone is or is not being!

“Look… we’re agents of the Apocalypse – we need to fulfill the promise of mankind’s imaginary fears. To hell with blue skies and idyllic scenery. I’m ready to go.

War tells Conquest to turn around and look at that dead body over there. “Ah! Now that’s more like it.”

2066: The Apocalypse: Year Three

In the creepy Machine City of the Endless Nation, Ezra Orion’s hellbeast is perched on a cliff, snapping and grinning. The Council of the Endless Nation, whatever they’re called, have convened to discuss the hellbeast, among other things. Namely, the enemies that now surround their fair city. “This so-called Prophet can throw all the rabble he wants at us. Our machine army will hold. The city will stand. What more do you want?”

That is Narsimha (who is only badly hurt, but not dead) talking to Bodaway, the guy who is always hootin’ and hollerin’ at these meetings. Bodaway wants to feel pride! Bodaway doesn’t want to be marked as a coward! He wants to be marked as a great warrior chief of the Endless Nation! Don’t stand in his way! Rawr! Snarl!

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The Council of Grumps will now call this meeting to order!

Narsimha is bemused. Broken and bemused. And tired. And twitchy and bruised. Bodaway asks what happened to the great man they once knew. The dashing stallion, full of pep! Now he slumps like an injured badger?! Yes! He’s dying! He’s got no fight left in him. “I have wounds that will not heal, old friend. Bravado and recklessness are luxuries I cannot afford.”

Put a sock in it, Bodaway. Now’s the time to be cautious and afraid. The rest of the council really doesn’t want to hear any of this. For one thing, they’re getting surrounded as they speak. For another thing, time is running out. For one more thing, they’re getting surrounded and time is running out. These all sound like excellent reasons for bravado and recklessness to me!

Narsimha rises in his floating future chair. He assures his councilpeople that he is not without plan! You see, they have army defending the city. Then you have a bajillion warships sneaking up behind them. If one doesn’t get them, then the other will! Muah ha ha haaa! And this is just his secondary plan!

The primary plan is to try a quick chat.

Meanwhile, the Horsey Boys traverse a blighted land littered with dead soldiers. “I’m not gonna lie. Today started off in a pretty depressing manner…” Conquest looks around at the carnage. “But sweet King David of the Israelites, is this not a sight for sore eyes?”

They hear the groaning and moaning of a soldier slumped against a bare tree, still alive and begging for water.

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I love my breakfast with a good glass of piss in the morning.

The wretched, dying soldier asks the trio to save him. But ha! Save people! They’re hear to curb-stomp your fleshy little noggin, son. “We go the other way,” says Conquest. “We do the other thing.”

OK, in that case, he wants to be killed quickly. “We don’t really do that either,” replies War. “It’s not that we can’t. It’s that we choose not to.”

The solider looks up with tired, dying eyeballs. Torture is more their game, and they’re looking to make it as agonizing as possible! Buckle up, soldier!

Clarity is what you get before the very end.

Crow, good ol’ alive Crow, is advising Narsimha against his decision. Narsimha doesn’t care, he’s going to do it anyway. It seems to be in the prophecy and whatnot. Narsimha rattles off some prophecy jargon that makes no sense and could literally mean anything; all a sign that he needs to go talk to the Prophet! So let’s make with the chit-chat.

The Ezra Orion hellbeast, sans Orion, glares at these newcomers. A guard stands next to a large curtained box, possibly there to reveal a character in a surprising fashion. “Have you come to see the Prophet of the End Times? Have you come for The Message?” asks the guard. And yes, Narsimha has come for the Word and some nachos too if you got any.

Crow sniffs the air. Something ain’t right.

“The Message made flesh,” the guard jubilates while drawing back the curtain revealing Wolf in a surprising fashion. “Reborn once again.”

Crow is like “Wolf!”

Wolf is like “Crow.”

Wolf asks his uncle what he thinks of his army. Oh snippity snap, ladies and gentlemen. Things are gonna get hairy like an injured badger.

This is the way of it.

East of West, Issue #30

Who asked you, Lumpy?

Flashback to a lengthy scene of Wolf – as a wolf – fighting the hellbeast with Ezra Orion connected to one of the tendrils. They both bite at each other for a bit until it looks like Wolf will lose. “Did you imagine it would end like this?” shrieks a terrifying Ezra Orion. He goes onto to yell that this is what Wolf can expect for his precious Endless Nation. “I will march God’s army to the Machine City and wipe that blight of modernity from the face of history. I will erase it as if it never was.”

Orion waits for a response, any response. He doesn’t get one from Wolf. Not yet.

“Do you have nothing to say, Wolf? No final words to utter?

“You got too close.”

“What?”

CHOMP! Ezra Orion got too close. Wolf chomps that bitch up with razor-sharp teeth. The pilgrims all rabblerouse, but Hellbeast tells them all to stuff it. “All of you… on your knees. Look with your eyes and see… He has eaten the Word.”

Remember when Orion was stuffing all that paper in his mouth? Well, he was an idiot.

“He has become the Word.”

And now that Wolf has become the word, we flash forward again. Crow is sorry that his Uncle Narsimha is dying of battle wounds and the like. “Within a month’s time, you will be chief, my love.”

“I never expected any of this,” he responds. “I don’t want it.”

And he had hoped fate was wrong, but here he is now. The path is now chosen for him. Wolf and Crow embrace. “Friends as enemies, enemies as the other… Cities burning. Nations falling. Betrayal… Death… And a war to end all wars.”

Uplifting!

Oh wait, that’s the end.

Final Thoughts

Yeah buddy.

All-Star Superman, Issue #9 – “Curse of the Replacement Supermen”

* Part 9 of 12 of the All-Star Superman limited series *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: All-Star Superman, Issue #9 – “Curse of the Replacement Supermen”! In the previous installment, the thrilling conclusion of the Bizarro storyline left us all bewildered and angry.

Let us never speak of it again.

Anyway, “Curse of the Replacement Supermen” is the name of this issue and I’m getting kind of tired of other Supermen. Why can’t we just have 20 pages of Clark Kent / Lois Lane close-up penis-in-vagina like a normal comic book? Why this?


All-Star Superman, Issue #9 [August, 2007]
Written by: Grant Morrison
“Curse of the Replacement Supermen”

All-Star Superman, Issue #9

Once upon a time, an adult Superman barrels toward an empty field – save for a circus tent a group of workers is raising – like a fucking rogue meteorite. He bounces around like a skipping stone. “Folks,” Superman says, getting up. “Sorry if I startled you.”

Yeah, thanks a lot you horrible, inconsiderate pile of rat teeth. It doesn’t matter if you were just launched from Bizarro Cube Earth. You’re a real jerk.

The group on the ground shrugs and realizes, once Superman flies away, that he has no idea about his replacements! Ha! No one needs you anymore, Supey. Go back to your exploded home planet, you’ll fit in much more nicely there.

Superman flies around for a bit, gathering his bearings and heading towards everyone’s favorite fake DC city Metropolis. As he gets closer he forms a giant speech balloon that just says “?”. He doesn’t think it, he says it. Then he wonders what’s going on in his fair city. It looks… newer and cleaner.

Egads!

All-Star Superman, Issue #9

Stop yelling in the sky. You’ll wake the baby.

A large blue glacier-like spire has formed itself atop Mt. Daily Planet. “Great Caesar’s Ghost!” exclaims Perry White like it’s 1938. “Clark! Where have you been for the last two months? We held a memorial service!” Super lol there. Clark doesn’t even have the decency to explain that he was strokin’ it for 60 days. He tells White he got trapped in his closet. Fortunately, Superman heard his cries for help! And he came. Heh heh. Anyway, uh

Lois Lane points to a newspaper. Where she found one in a newspaper factory, I have no idea. “EARTH’S NEW CHAMPIONS” (the dumb-looking nerds on this issue’s cover art). “Has he (Superman) seen this? (Earth’s New Champions)”

Apparently not. Superman doesn’t have Super-omniscience. He’s not GOD, pfffft. God isn’t even God!

These new champions are somewhere containing an active volcano. A very active volcano, as it were. After they’re done, they decide upon where to build the glamorous city of New Krypton. Maybe right here on top of a volcano? “Mmm,” says the one called Lilo. “I think we could just as easily clear the apes out of Metropolis and build there.”

VILLAINS! HELP!

Superman flies to where Lilo and the one called Bar-El are hanging out. Superman is like a puppy dog, all like “HI! HELLO! HEY! HI!” while the two of them try to ignore the insipidness of the gibbering sack of rat’s bones near them.

“They told me all about you,” Superman says. The first astronauts from the Planet Krypton, who drifted lost in space for decades.

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FRIENDLINESS DENIED, hoser.

Bar-El asks Superman why he even bothered coming back to Earth. Superman gets sneery and defensive. This is his HOME. He was RAISED here. LIKE CATTLE. But, on the Almighty Planet of Arrogant Chest-Puffers, he would’ve been Kal-El of the House of El. Just like Bar-El. Step off.

Lilo remembers Superman’s father, Jor-El. He was pretty stupid.

Earth’s New Champions tell Superman that he wasted time on Earth not transitioning it into a New Krypton. Superman argues that he has no right to impose his values on anybody on Earth. Then he discovers that Bar-El and Lilo have taken over his Fortress of Solitude! And they decorated it with Pink Floyd posters and lava lamps. “What happened to the statues of my parents?” he whines. They’ve been toppled and replaced with statues of Bar-El and Lilo. “We celebrate the life of Krypton, not her death. This place reeks of morbidity and obsession.”

I like these new cats. Superman is way out of his league with these two. He might as well fly back to his exploded planet and salvage some flying pieces of debris to make himself a gun and shoot himself in the head.

Bar-El and Lilo continuing throwing shade while Superman scrambles to defend himself. They notice the glass jar full of Kandorians which makes them livid. “Our planet was devastated, you say, and yet you preserve her survivors under stifling glass? Geniuses, prodigies, every one – each worth more than a thousand Earth barbarians.”

“You should be ashamed!”

Superman’s getting his just desserts now! Superman should be ashamed. Earth is the worst and its people aren’t worth defending. Superman doesn’t back down. Bar-El and Lilo claim that he has betrayed his heritage.

All-Star Superman, Issue #9

Remember when this happened to Joe Pesci in Home Alone?

Bar-El blasts the caped crusader with fire and then uppercuts him right in the tummy. Then he knees him in the penis and balls. And then they both hoist him up and throw him into the moon. Then they hoist him up and throw him back into Earth, where he lands ass-first in the middle of the street, creating a 1,000,000 ft hole. Superman looks up and sees a big crack in the moon. The two new Supermen laugh and fly away while Superman gasps and fans himself. “What have you done?” he trembles hilariously.

“ALL HAIL NEW KRYPTON!” says All-Star Superman’s coolest new characters.

“You’ve broken the moon,” Superman whispers, nose bleeding all over the place. Bar-El and Lilo can fix this! They tear out a bunch of Earth’s largest bridges and stitch the crack.

Back in the Daily Planet building, Clark holds a tissue over his MYSTERIOUSLY BLEEDING nose while Jimmy Olsen talks about his boss and stylish new Kryptonian pants. Lois asks Clark where Superman is while office prankster Steve Lombard lights Clark’s butt with a Zippo. We all have a good laugh even those Superman’s rump isn’t as tender as he makes it out to be! I know this from countless issues of Superman Comics available in your local funny book retailer!

After we all enjoy a few well-earned chuckles, Clark spots the Kryptonians outside the office window…

All-Star Superman, Issue #9

You tell me. Someone just tried to burn my butt.

Steve Lombard thinks these two are talking about him. Clark is like “uhhhh, guys, I have to step out for a minute for non-Superman-related reasons.”

While Bar-El maintains steadfast haughtiness, Lilo suddenly doesn’t feel so well and starts plummeting to the ground. Superman is ready to grab her mere feet from the ground. Bar-El is about ready to punch his lights out for even so much as touching the wretched woman. “I’m warning you… I’ll… I’ll… I can’t fly,” Bar-El mumbles. “Why do I feel so weak?”

Superman comes up with a reason immediately: “You passed through a certain radioactive cloud in space – which caused the minerals in your bodies to turn into toxic kryptonite.” Yeah, why didn’t I think of that? “…I’m afraid your own bodies are poisoning you, Bar-El.”

Nice plot hole. I love it when the writing in comic books is subpar, Grant Morrison.

Lilo is cowering against a wall with her hands on her ears. Bar-El declines Superman’s help but then goes all “buhhh” and “guhhh” against the wall himself. Lilo is blind. Bar-El is close to tears. Superman extends a hand. Bar-El goes blind too, eyes going all wonky like Marty Feldman (who I just looked up thinking HE MIGHT STILL BE ALIVE, but he died in fuckin’ 1982 lmao).

The next thing we see is Bar-El and Lilo on separate stretchers. Superman intends to put some electric shit on Bar-El’s head and reads his thoughts.

“Superman… after all I’ve done, still you show me kindness,” says Bar-El on the ThoughtScreen™. Superman explains this because whatever.

“Kal-El,” continues the newly neutered Bar-El. “I’m proud to call you my kin. Krypton’s great heart lives in you.”

Now it’s time to save Lilo from whatever she’s dying of. “There’s one way to save you, but this has to be your choice,” Superman says mysteriously. “The ray will dematerialize your bodies into the Phantom Zone forever.”

All-Star Superman, Issue #9

*snort*

Bar-El basically says “ok”. He and Lilo hold hands and then it’s POOF.

Superman promises to get them out again some day maybe. When he has time.

TO BE CONTINUED

What a load of horseshit.

Final Thoughts

This was good enough at first, but it really ran off the rails at the end and I’m so mad that I’m punching my own groin right now to distract myself from my pain and anger.

Three more issues to go on this abortion of a dying fetus of a Republican politician of a comic series. Ugh.

Waiting… (2005)

Tagline:
What happens in the kitchen ends up on the plate.

Wide Release Date:
October 7, 2005

Directed by:
Rob McKittrick
Written by:
Rob McKittrick
Produced by:
Robert O. Green, Jeff Balis, Jay Rifkin, Adam Rosenfelt, Stavros Merjos, Malcolm Petal

Starring:
Ryan Reynolds
Anna Faris
Justin Long
David Koechner
John Francis Daley
Kaitlin Doubleday
Alanna Ubach
Chi McBride
Luis Guzmán

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PREGAME THOUGHTS

The first movie I saw when I became a man! By that I mean, I turned 18 the same month that Waiting… was released to theaters and my sister and her boyfriend/now-husband visited me at college. We went to go see it. I remember loving the shit out of this, but maybe a lot of it had to do with going to the movies with a couple of twentysomethings and just enjoying life at the time.

It is now almost 18 years later, twice my age in 2005. Does Waiting… stand the test of time? Does Waiting… stand the test of BRAIN MATURITY? If applicable? I mean, you have read my blog, right? It’s an abomination of dick jokes and whining about nerd shit.


THE 350(ish)-WORD SYNOPSIS

Ensemble cast! The following young adults + Ryan Reynolds (Monty, the “cool” guy) and David Koechner (Dan, the arrogant middle manager) work at a chain restaurant called Shenaniganz: Dean (Justin Long, the normal guy dissatisfied with his life), Serena (Anna Faris, Monty’s ex-girlfriend with zero personality and character development), Amy (Kaitlin Doubleday, Dean’s girlfriend with zero personality and character development), Calvin (Robert Patrick Benedict, the wimp who is too nervous to pee in a public bathroom), Naomi (Alanna Uback, the explosively angry 5ft tall crazy lady, and Natasha (Vanessa Lengies, the super attractive 17-year-old hostess whom both Ryan Reynolds and David Koechner hit on for the whole movie). Is that everyone? Nope! Mitch (John Francis Daley, the new hire who barely gets to speak), Raddimus (Luis Guzmán, the cook who talks about penises and balls a lot), Bishop (Chi McBride, the wise dish washer/therapist), and Nick (Andy fucking Milonakis, holy shit man, talk about a complete who-cares-anymore). There’s other people too, but I’m done here.

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Nothing but endless fun here at Shenaninanigananiganz!

The movie takes place over the course of a single day. Dean eats breakfast with his mother, who tells him a friend of his just graduated and got an engineering job. Feeling insecure, he spends the rest of the movie considering other career options. Monty is assigned to show Mitch the ropes, but basically just teaches him the ways of the restaurant staff’s constant sexual harassment for sport (the elaborate Penis Showing Game). The wait staff deals with a cavalcade of terrible customers. Hilarious antics abound. The cooks drop food on the floor constantly. That kind of thing. It’s a laugh riot.

Dan offers Dean a promotion to middle management, which he spends the day ruminating over. Dean waits on a group of businessmen, one of which spends his meal constantly complimenting his work ethic. He is excited to be offered a job only to find out that it’s just another restaurant. At the end of the day, Dean’s engineer friend (Chet) shows up to eat and they catch up a little bit. Dean is obviously very uncomfortable. When Chet leaves a $70 tip (“You look like you need it more than me”), which is the catalyst that causes Dean to confront Dan and quit his job.

The future is uncertain for Dean. John Francis Daley shows his dick and balls to a whole room of people at a party following the work day.

The end.

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John Francis Daley does his famous rat impression. It looks very much like his normal resting face.


TOM’S DISCUSSION CORNER

TOPIC 1 — General Movie Thoughts

This isn’t nearly as good as I remember, probably because I no longer have an 18-year-old brain and the only dick jokes I like are the ones that I make. They spend an inordinate amount of time discussing the Penis Game, which is funny at first until it isn’t funny anymore and then doesn’t get funny ever again. That, plus the whole kicking people in the ass and calling them a fag thing is hilarious when you’re a 12-year-old in 1999. Sad when it’s a bunch of thirtysomethings like Dane Cook. Or, like, in the year 2023. That aged like yo mama’s cheese.

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Levity comes in the form of a bit of bawdy “bathroom humor”. I’m laughing very hard remembering this scene where a man yells at another man because he thinks he’s staring at his penis! Ha!

Roger Ebert’s review of the movie (RIP RIP RIP R.I.P. RIP RIP RIIIPPP) hits the nail on the head of how I feel about Waiting… all these years later: the characters don’t seem like people, they seem like characters who do what they do because they think it would be funny to do it in a movie. No substance! I, in fact, inadvertently boiled all their respective essences down to single phrases up top in the synopsis section.

This is Rob McKittrick’s only film, unless you count Still Waiting… which I do NOT. There’s not much floating out there about this sad-looking weirdo, but he did work at Bennigans in the town he grew up in. Two waiter buddies helped him write the script. Good for McKittrick for elevating himself above his station at the Bradenton, Florida Bennigans, but you can tell he spent most of his youth smoking pot and watching Beavis and Butthead.

Almost makes me want to write a movie. Ha!

TOPIC 2 — Jailbait, Baby

The subplot that really didn’t sit well with me, and seems ribald and icky even for 2005, was Reynolds and Koechner making advances on the underage hostess. Could’ve been worse, of course. The advances could have been portrayed as aggressive, and her reactions could have been portrayed as uncomfortable and scared! But, in the case of Monty, she was into it; in the case of Dan, she just fucked with him. And although her character turns 18 in less than a week, Ryan Reynolds was pushing 30 in 2005 and that’s gross. Get some 20-year-old hitting on the sexy hostess, then maybe we could have something that isn’t skeezy and weird.

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The second I grow a mustache, I’ll let you ride it, sweetheart.

It reminds me of years upon years of “can’t wait until those Olsen twins turn 18” half-jokes that went on since the twins were, like 9. It’s fucking disgusting, man. Keep it in your pants. Go visit the To Catch a Predator house.


IMDb TRIVIA FUNHOUSE!

Manager Dan’s full name, according to the diploma on the wall in his office, is Daniel Christopher Pratt. Actress Anna Faris later married then divorced Actor Chris Pratt, they have one child together.
THE CHIPS ARE ALL FALLING INTO PLACE LIKE SO MANY CHESS PIECE DOMINOS. I knew Chris Pratt was what brought this whole thing together! I had been Waiting… so long for the confirmation.

Alanna Ubach met Skyler Stone on set and they started dating while still filming.
Don’t shit where you eat, I always say, unless you work at Shenaniganz. Then, by all means, shit where everyone eats.

Dane Cook improvised all his character dialogue and name. There was no script given his total screen time of about three minutes, a cameo basically.
Guys, remember Dane Cook? *makes a farting sound with mouth that lasts for eternity*

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Dane Cook, pictured here quickly losing his relevancy.

The ShenaniganZ restaurant was actually a converted Bennigan’s restaurant (hence the extreme similarities). It has since been completely renovated and is now a Verizon Wireless retail store.
They closed down the converted Bennigan’s?? The end of an era.


IS IT WORTH A WATCH?

Meh. This is still somewhat entertaining and timeless except for all the “gay faggot here are my balls” jokes, which comprise roughly 65% of the entire movie. If you can get past that, it’s an hour and a half that’s enjoyable enough, maybe. See it for free.

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Or see it if you’re the world’s biggest Luis Guzmán fan.