Matriarch (2022)

Tagline:
The mother of all evil.

Wide Release Date:
October 21, 2022

Directed by:
Ben Steiner
Written by:
Ben Steiner
Produced by:
David Brooks, Jenna Cavelle, Kate Dain, Eoin O’Faolain, Arbi Pedrossian, Ian Sharp

Starring:
Jemima Rooper
Kate Dickie
Sarah Paul
Simon Meacock
Nick Haverson

Matriarch

PREGAME THOUGHTS

I was looking to find a new-ish horror title while scanning through Hulu. It’s always fun seeing adults fight with their parents as if they were still children! What does that have to do with horror? Well, there’s some black stuff coming out of the woman’s eye, that seems pretty horrific to me.


THE 650(ish)-WORD SYNOPSIS

Laura (Jemima Rooper) is approaching middle age and is becoming stressed to the point of falling apart, focusing too much of her energy on parties and cocaine and not enough on work and making money and being an actual adult. Even her friend is like “yeah, you’re a mess” after she snorts a line in the middle of the night before going to work in a few hours. This comes to a head when she gets catty with her boss/friend and storms out quitting. That night, she collapses of an overdose in the bathroom. While she is, for all intents and purposes, dead on the floor, a mysterious black liquid creeps across the room and sucks itself up into her body. She is revived.

Matriarch - Black Ooze

Man, I love it when I die and then some creepy black gunk brings me back to life.

The next day, Laura’s mother Celia (Kate Dickie) calls her out of nowhere and tells her that she’s dying. They haven’t seen or talked in 20 years, but Celia would like her daughter to come back home. With nothing else better to do, and with an opportunity to confront her mother about all her various turmoils, bugaboos, and inner demons, she obliges and returns to her childhood home.

Things are awkward. Celia bounces between sweet-as-sugar and sour-as-lemons while Laura fights with her at every opportunity. Along the way, mysterious black liquid intermittently drips out of each other’s faces, which they both attempt to hide from each other. Laura’s childhood friend, Abi, is unforgiving that Laura just up and left her for so many years. Townsfolk are passive-aggressive. Yada yada yada.

Slowly, Laura begins to realize that something is very eerie and wrong in her small, dismal little town. We, the audience, see at least two instances of Celia trying to unsuccessfully sedate and/or kill her own daughter for unknown reasons. There are two old people fucking in a car that seem to be scared while fucking, which is funny. She discovers Celia’s own personal Kama Sutra diary full of doodled sex position diagrams and ratings of how good of a lay everyone is in the village. That, plus all the black ooze dripping out of the orifices. That stuff is eerie as well.

Matriarch - Dripping Black Ooze

Oh man, the scat fetish thing is not going well.

As the movie nears the end, some of the jumbled pieces start coming together. Laura’s father had walked into what I’m going to describe as a “magic swamp” to sacrifice himself to create whatever horrible god (the titular “Matriarch”) is running the show in town. This also allowed Celia to have a baby. Laura was birthed by this creature and the creature bestowed upon both of them this weird, black blood replacement that keeps them young and scrappy. Celia started using this blood-like liquid to sell to the townsfolk for money and esteem, but everyone has become dependent upon it. Laura witnesses a very creepy ritual at the church involving Celia’s black fluid lactations, some titty sucking, and a naked orgy. The only people not involved with any of this unpleasantness was Abi and her family. They refused to sell their souls to this brand of spooky dark magic!

Here’s the twist: Abi had cancer and decided a few years ago to give into the healing powers of the almighty, creepy, worm-spewing Matriarch. Celia has been running low on juice and is trying to sacrifice her daughter to the god. And because Laura’s actually the daughter of the Matriarch, the Matriarch doesn’t kill her. It just cradles her in its arms.

Laura ends up freeing the Matriarch from the town and confronts Celia back at the church. The townsfolk are old and crying for more of that sweet, sweet black juice, but the freed Matriarch means the well has dried up! Celia still tries to keep everyone at her mercy, but then Laura bashes her fucking skull in with the butt of her shotgun. Just fucking wails on this lady.

Matriarch - Laura's Gun

THE BLACK GUNK ENDS NOW, MA’AM!!

In the aftermath, Laura inexplicably drowns herself in the same magic swamp that her father had killed himself in. What becomes of this is not at all addressed.


TOM’S DISCUSSION CORNER

TOPIC 1 — I Have No Idea if I Liked It

This movie is absolutely out-of-control nuts. It starts off very slow, and the only truly supernatural thing to happen within the first hour is the black goo entering Laura’s face. But if she was already the daughter of the Matriarch, why did this goo have to enter her body in the first place?

I digress already. It takes until almost the end of the movie before any real horror elements are introduced, and it seems so out of left field compared to the tone of the rest of the movie that I sat there bewildered that it was even happening. Perhaps I haven’t watched enough horror movies. The sudden CGI worm-spewing demon, and the weird church orgy with everyone sucking Kate Dickey’s black gunk lactating nipples, it was all so jarring after all that narcissistic mother narrative. It does make sense, though, that Celia’s actions were motivated by selfishness in such an extreme manner.

Matriarch - Matriarch

Ahh, mother. So warm and kind.

I would benefit with a re-watch which I am ABSOLUTELY NOT going to do, ha! But I’ve been expending some of my brain energy piecing together all the threads and mythology behind whatever the fuck this all is, and it at least there’s consistency to character actions and what it takes to appease the Matriarch demon and what appeasing the Matriarch demon actually does. I only find the existence of the magic swamp to be the only unexplained element to the story, and why Laura’s father knew to drown himself in order to appease a Matriarch into spawning a child, but hey! I’m not here to criticize movies! I’m just here to pound my knuckles against my keyboard until I accidntally brak a fw of my mor important lttrs.

As you can plainly see, my equivocating ramblings prove that I don’t hold a strong opinion in either direction. I cannot answer whether or not I personally think this is a good movie or a bad movie.

The shitty CGI sure skews my opinion in one direction, though.

TOPIC 2 — Narcissism

I read a bit about how Celia’s behavior triggered a lot of people who grew up with a narcissistic parent. Without divulging too much, my life was also surrounded by such people, but not to extremely toxic levels. For a while, I thought Laura was being unreasonably combative with Celia, but maybe that speaks to my own experiences. I always learned that being combative makes me feel worse in the long-run. That’s how they really get you.

Matriarch - Celia and Laura

I do so much for you, and you never show me any appreciation for it!

It’s interesting to see the justification for Celia’s behavior toward Laura… well, “justification” in her eyes. Wasting away without replenishment of the nourishing black gunk is as good a reason as any to try bashing your daughter over the head with a large object and sacrificing her to some terrifying entity. The narcissism stuff is just the red herring!

I have to say that the very best part of Matriarch was Laura bashing Celia’s head in with the butt of her gun. This was brutal, graphic skull-smashing. Her ruined mess of a head was just an awful pile of black gunk. Here’s the best line of the film: “You’re not my mother, you’re just the cunt I came out of.”


IMDb TRIVIA FUNHOUSE!

During the first week of shooting Director Ben Steiner’s son contracted Covid and so Ben had to direct the first few days from his car.
Hilarious! Something like this is too dumb to be made up. I’m imagining Ben Steiner trying to yell through fogged up windows and beeping his horn whenever someone screws up. Driving around the sets, running over the crew’s chairs, knocking down camera stands. Now there’s a movie.

Filming was originally meant to finish in November 2021 but was shutdown due to lead actress Jemima Rooper contracting Covid 19. Filming restarted in January 2022.
Ben Steiner’s son was running around the sets coughing on everyone, I guess. Steiner should’ve hit him with his car.

The film’s original title was “Wormeater”, but was changed to “Matriarch” after network executives felt it would put off the female audience.
Hmm, fair enough. As a member of the male audience, I would’ve shoved babies and pregnant women out of the away while running to the theater for a movie called “Wormeater”.

Matriarch - Laura and Abi

Movie’s kinda fucked up, innit?


IS IT WORTH A WATCH?

Meh. Not really, I guess. At best I can recommend to watch it if you’re curious. I’ll never watch this movie again, though! Most of my problem is that it was really slow-going for the first 3/4 of the movie, than it ran off the rails so hard it knocked my dick in the dirt!

If you want your dick in the dirt, go for it.

Superman: Y2K – “The End”

* DC Comics One Shot *
* Part 1 of 5 of the Superman: Endgame collection *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Superman: Y2K – “The End”!

This one-shot issue kicks off the Superman: Endgame collection. Only five issues in this one, but I’m happy to sink my pointy teeth into it.

Without further ado, because why bother with ado? Ado is overrated.


Superman: Y2K [February, 2000]
Written by: Ed Brubaker
“The End”

Superman: Y2K

Man, remember Y2K? Maybe you don’t. Full fledged adults were born after the ‘90s now. I remember Y2K, and I vividly remember my aunt stockpiling canned food and water because she thought that aliens were going to zap us with moon lasers or a giant volcano was going to rise up from the ground like a Dr. Evil plot. I wonder if she ended up eventually eating all that food. There were a lot of cans. Sorry, I bothered with ado anyway.

This issue is pretty fucking long, so buckle up for a fucking long post. Feel free to enjoy the pretty pictures. And don’t forget that, if the cover is correct, TOMORROW DIES TODAY! Whatever that means!

Back on December 31, 1620, before Metropolis existed, a pile of shitty Pilgrims showed up to North America to defile the land, rape women, eat babies, and all sorts of other white person bullshit. The Indigenous Peoples are scared and pissed and will prepare for war if they must! One guy in particular screeches to the heavens and fire starts raining down upon the land, which, by all appearances, does more to damage the land than to protect it! I’m no fire expert, though.

Men run! Women scream! Children burn! I go to the fridge and get some leftover brisket!

In short, this one guy was evil for covering the land with fire, so the Pilgrims and Indigenous Peoples band together to fight the evil. Evil is quashed. The red guy shakes hands with the white guy, and a bond is formed!

See, that’s exactly how it happened! Thank you, fellow white guy Joe Kelly, for revising history in an even worse manner than before.

We now turn to a jacked, bald man fighting with swords against two jacked women, also with swords, while some bean-counter in a suit takes notes in the corner. It’s December 31, 1999. They are in what I assume is a banquet hall with the lights off. “If one mongoloid in catering doles out even a single potato puff… someone dies,” the bald man warns.

The jacked, bald man is Lex Luthor. This is impossible, because Lex Luthor is supposed to weigh 45 pounds of sinew and yesterday’s oatmeal. “The hors d’oeuvres shall remain unsullied by lesser tubers this evening,” the suit says. “Your millennium gala will be perfection.”

Cool. Cool cool cool. Perry White of the Daily Planet will receive a special gift of Cuban cigars with a note “Here’s to your continued good health”. Ha!

Superman: Y2K

First of all, Lex Luthor does not know how to fight. Second of all, who the hell is “Superma”?! I don’t like the sound of that!

Lois Lane will be getting three dozen roses and Luthor’s penis through a box of popcorn.

One mention of Superman causes Luthor to falter, opening up for finishing blows from the two ladies. Business ends of both swords are half an inch from his back when Luthor shouts “Waterloo! Or if you prefer… ‘Uncle’.” He thanks the women for their services and welcomes criticism! OK, here it goes: you’re bald. AND…

“Your form was pathetic. Your strikes random and undisciplined. You wield the hatchet like an overfed infant. Most shameful. Your concentration was broken – with the utterance of a name. You give the enemy too much power. Take it back. Fight better, or you will die, sir.”

Thank you, thank you. That will be quite enough. Throw these two to the pit of wolves! I will NOT let a woman talk to me this way!

Lex Luthor is actually grateful for the honesty. Pennington, Luthor’s assistant, fears for his life for allowing these two callous women to talk to the Great One in such a manner, but Luthor insists that is nonsense! He’ll die another time! For now, let’s just focus on the gala. “Now run along and put that Harvard degree to use drawing me a bath. The gala begins in three hours.” YES SIR, RIGHT AWAY SIR, AND I’LL HAVE THE RUBBER DUCKY READY AS WELL, SIR.

Lex Luthor has to snap out of it. Metropolis is his city, and tonight will be all about that. “Tonight, the alien does not exist in my world.”

Let’s see what Superman is up to… ah, he’s on a ship outside the Florida Keys beating up a ridiculously-costumed villain. El Piton, a smuggler/wrestler extraordinaire who is attempting to be a dictator of an unnamed nation “outside the Florida Keys”. My guess is Billings, Montana.

“What are you going to do, Superman?!? We have them under complete control!” El Piton cries, speaking of the civilians on the ship. “A word and they drown themselves! You can do nothing to us!!” His extravagant use of exclamation points betrays his nervousness.

El Piton had promised a life of freedom and prosperity in this new world he’s taking his people to… and then wiped their minds with his fancy-schmancy mind-wiping powers and tools. Like a clock on a chain or one of those spinning black and white spiral wheels. Superman calls his bluff and tells him that, sure, let’s kill these people! Then he punches El Piton through the ship, busting holes all the way through the deck and the bottom of the ship’s hull. Ship starts sinking. Nice going.

Superman: Y2K

Nothing like a Titanic reenactment to snap people out of their stupor.

Of course, though, this is all part of the plan! The civilians on the ship are all like “whuzzah” and “where am I” and “hubba wut”. Then they realize that they’re sinking and are all “oh god oh no” and “we’re going to drown” and “hubba wut”.

It’s all good, though. Superman lifts this 220,000 ton ship with one hand like it was his own little dick. Everyone is saved. Happy New Millennium. *clocks go haywire*

Back in Metropolis, the people are “partying like it’s 1999” for 10 days now. Ah yes, that Prince reference! I miss hearing that every day for two years!

“Y2K!!! BRING IT ON!!!”

“The end is here! The end is here…!”

The streets have a mix of drunk frat boys and millennium doomers. Perry White walks in a trench coat and a fedora and catches Jimmy Olsen singing his lungs out. “Olsen, what in the name of good taste are you doing butchering ‘Auld Lang Syne’? You soused?”

Jimmy slurs his way through an apology. “Uh… no sir!” he stammers, telling his boss that he’s here to do some of that photo-journalism that he has been, uh, hired to do, sir! Perry White accepts this for now, because what the fuck is he really going to do about it? This scene is superfluous and I’m sorry that I wrote about it.

Superman: Y2K

No lip from you or else it’ll be curtains, see? Curtains. Lovely floral curtains.

Clark Kent travels to his snowy Smallville farm where is 30-year-old ass is positively trembling with excitement over spending New Year’s Eve with his old, boring parents instead of his sexy wife. Something about new beginnings and unwritten futures and other such happy horseshit that people get all weird about at the turn of the year. I wonder if Jon and Martha Kent stocked 400 pounds worth of kidney beans and tuna fish.

Clark walks in and sees Lois pouring tea! Jon Kent reclines in his chair obesely. Martha pulls a pie out of the oven. Clark walks over and nuzzles her ear. Lois’, not his mother’s, although that may happen off-panel for all I know. Lois wonders how some smart guy smartypants McDummy like her husband didn’t know she was in the house, the guy with x-ray vision. He answers with a confident “hubba wut”.

Jon is worried about the dang ol’ Y2K draining his retirement fund. Clark reminds him that it’s New Year’s Eve, not Armageddon, but Jon won’t hear any of this city boy talk. Poppa needs his farm pension. Martha reminds him that half the world has already gone into the new year without nanorobot dogs munching motherboards from bank computers. So cork it and relax.

While Clark bends over the pie and inhales it up his nose, the other three murmur about spilling some beans to Clark about something. Spilling 400 pounds worth of kidney beans, that is. “We were talking while you were gone…” Lois begins with a sheepish smile, hands up in the air, “and, let me throw a phrase out at you, and let’s see where it takes us, okay? ‘Change of pace’.”

Hot damn! Lois is gonna let him put it in her butt tonight! Heh heh. I’m still making jokes like this at 35-years-old, please put me out of my misery.

I don’t get to read about what this “change of pace” is right now, because the story wants me to go to some secret basement floor of LexCorp where two scientists are chatting about making all the computer systems Y2K compliant and, also, flipping some switches to cause a blackout in the building at midnight for lol reasons. One scientist notices a blip on one of those machines with a constant sine wave flickering across the screen. “Satellite 356… oh God! No!”

Red herring! The “oh God! No!” is the scientist spilling his coffee all over the computer console, successfully transferring $700 billion dollars to 8-year-old Per Kristiansen in Trondheim, Norway. “The satellite spike has passed, so it must have been a glitch.” Well, that’s good. Let’s put it out of our minds forever.

Is it time for another pointless New Year’s flashback?? December 31, 1847, Hob’s Bay in Metropolis. Back then it was a tiny town. The merchant center isn’t making much profit these days. Hard times, plus an Irish invasion stealing all the jobs from honest, hard-working Metropolish-ipolitans.

Superman: Y2K

Taste my delicious Molotov cocktail, bog-hoppers! I will burn your Irish asses back to, uh, the Blarney Stone!

The Irish aren’t welcome! Go eat a potato, you Micks! Grrr!!

“STOP!” yells a 1847 ball gown-looking dressed lady with a hat and everything. The kind of lady who fans herself going “oh me oh my” about her vapors. Edna Luthor speaks up! She stands in her horse carriage ready to address the mob. “I have never been more frightened in my entire life,” she thinks, “…but the Luthors do not run from a fight. Ever.”

“Lads!” announces a fat guy with a cigar. “Whatever this trollop is up to, she’s in with the aliens–!”

Well, I didn’t expect that. Neither did some other members of the unruly crowd. One guy in particular gets pissed off, saying that Dame Luthor is an ally. She ain’t Irish, nitwit! She’s also hot, so let’s listen to what she has to say!

The dame has prepared remarks! “Two hundred years ago, aliens came to this land…” OK, well, I’m siding with the fat guy with the cigar already. Aliens. Preposterous! Oh wait, she’s talking about Metropolis immigrants, the ones everyone standing there descended from. Let’s keep listening. “Tonight, outsiders came to our fair city again, yet instead of welcoming the Irish as our own, we take up rods and stones against them.”

It’s like, yeah lady, they’re the filthy, stinking Irish! Dame Edna Luthor makes a good point, though. And, thus, New Year’s Eve, 1847 was saved!

In the present, Lex is talking to his toddler daughter about how the strong are strong and the weak are, in contrast, not strong. The weak die alone! The weak can’t lift rocks! The weak pull a muscle jerking off! The strong build robots and sleep with hundreds of sultry women and throw shade about town. Don’t forget that, youngling. Now enough with ye! Lex Luthor doesn’t have all night to have you sit on his lap with your poopy pants butt.

Superman: Y2K

I’ll flip you to zero, you little shit.

Clark Kent is grumpy! Here was the change of pace: everyone wanted to spend New Year’s in Metropolis instead of Smallville. Surprise! No more cozy country vacations. Enjoy the big rape and murder city as the ball drops.

Lois tells her hubby to stuff it. Just enjoy, and maybe next year they can spend New Year’s in Cancun before 9/11 ruins the next New Year’s.

Near the moon hovers Lexcorp Satellite 365. There’s a glitch again! That makes two. Seems like it might be the Justice League’s own technological interferences jamming the signals? That would explain that. *dusts off hands*

Something that looks like a giant robot spider leaps from the satellite and falls to Earth. I’m looking forward to 40 pages of a big spider rampaging Earth that’s not Dr. Octopus. Oh wait… he’s an octopus.

Clark can hardly believe that his dear beloved Pa would agree to spending his time in the city, but, per Lois, Jon Kent’s exact words were “I’d sew a sweater on a swine to get a look at them Metropolis city loons on New Year’s.” Did you hear that click? That’s the sound of me pulling back the hammer on my gun while I aim it directly at Jon Kent’s temple.

That settles it. Ma, Pa, and Lois pile into the family pick-up truck and Superman flies their ass to Metropolis. Pa’s trying to give him directions like he’s not Superman. Bitch, he’s Superman.

Perry White walks around Metropolis speaking of it the way Batman speaks of Gotham. MY city, this is MY city, check out MY city. People are going nuts. Stores are completely empty of champagne and canned goods. Meanwhile, he maintains his Incognito Mode as he makes his way to Luthor’s gala event.

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Paper Girls, Issue #21

* Part 1 of 5 of the Paper Girls Volume 5 storyline *

Welcome to Ghostliness & Nerfherders Presents: Paper Girls, Issue #21! It’s another pussy-grabbing good time when it comes to Brian K. Vaughan’s wonderful creative force! Sorry, that was inappropriate. Just think how inappropriate it was when grabbin’ ‘em by the pussy was a thing that got you elected.

In the previous storyline, the girls had traveled to the year 2000. We learn a little bit more about what motivates the old-timers (status quo), what motivates the young-timers (fixing the shitty shit that happened), and how the girls are coming to terms with themselves (KJ, homosexuality; Mac, also homosexuality, but handling it in the wrong direction; Tiff, the future version regretting the past; Erin, being Erin).

2000 was a lot more character based than plot-based. In general, Grand Father is Jahpo from dinosaur times and he hates those mutant teenagers who want to change the world for the better. This is primarily because they killed the Prioress, whom he loved.

Eventually, the girls and Older Tiff get whisked away to Year Whatever! 3000 maybe! Say hi to Fry and Leela for me, kids.


Paper Girls, Issue #21 [June, 2018]
Written by: Brian K. Vaughan

Paper Girls, Issue #21

Cover art: Mac’s gonna kick the future’s ass.

Flashback to 1987-ish. An 11-year-old Mac is at the library, her hair past her shoulders. “Hey. So, if I have my own card, can I check out, like, any book.

Once the librarian confirms that she does not want Flowers in the Attic, she quickly assumes that it’s for a Stephen King book. That part’s not important at all! The important thing is that what she wants is something she’s very ashamed of.

A book in the Sweet Valley High series. My own sister used to like those books! They looked boring. “I’m not in high school,” she says sheepishly. “Everyone in my class is still obsessed with The Baby-Sitters Club, but I think they’re a bunch of babies.”

Hmm. Hmm. Not in high school, eh? Hmmmm… and you want a book for high school kids? HMMMM…

Ok!

Yay!

I’ve never yet seen Mac look so happy! She beams as the librarian stamps the card and–

“Just get it back on time. You’re going to be dying of leukemia any day now.”

WAH! The librarian has turned into some demon lady! But it was aaaallllll a dream!… or was it?!

WAH! Yes, it is, but Mac is handling it splendidly. She becomes her current, short-haired self and starts whacking the woman with KJ’s hockey stick. That, and her worm companion. I forgot to mention the giant worm. There’s a worm.

“Hold it,” she looks at the stick. “ I don’t play field hockey.” She looks at the stick, which has “THEN I GUESS WE DO” scrawled on it, which she finds inscrutable.

WAH! Then KJ wakes Mac up. She, Tiff, Older Tiff, and Erin stand in front of the extremely futuristic skyline. They all look rather worried. “We gotta keep moving,” KJ tells her.

*OPENING CREDITS. PERFECT STRANGERS MUSIC PLAYS*

“I thought we were gonna wait until dawn,” Mac complains.

“That’s exactly what Erin and I still think,” Tiff answers.

“But KJ and Double-Oh Tiff say we should stay put,” Erin adds.

Paper Girls, Issue #21

Yeah, but “Double-Oh Tiff” sounds like a CW Network high school spy drama.

KJ wants to leave because their time-travel robot over there *points* might be found quickly by Old-Timers and/or the teenage kids. Erin reminds them all that ”Evil Erin” said that the girls are invisible to people from the future. But KJ insists that it might be a lie, that maybe “their sensors being blind to their DNA” is complete bullshit, and they all need to high tail on out of there.

“So we just leave? We have no idea where we are. We don’t even know what year we crashed into!” Tiff, ever the voice of reason. Mac is tired of the back-and-forth. She’s got a stack of Sweet Valley High books that she wants to read. “If I’m the tie-breaker, I vote with Kaje’s team.”

Mac suspects they’re in downtown Cleveland. There’s an old building that looks like Terminal Tower, except it’s half as tall as the futuristic buildings. Terminal Tower is supposed to be the biggest building in Cleveland. Not these other lesser towers! Mac starts running, leading the girls to the closest library in the downtown area.

While this is all happening, some boring stuff is going on with Grandpa Jahpo and his Merry Band of Misfit Old-Timers. “That’s it, all right,” he says as his giant ship hovers over the lake and the time-traveling Transformer dinosaur thing. “That’s the same one that almost killed me back in the day.”

Cool story. A real humdinger. Cardinal, whom I don’t think we’ve seen since Vol. 1 is manning the ship and doing some readings on the mega-robot. There seems to be nearby wreckage of a makeshift raft. Hard to say for sure. Multiple footprints on the sand, too. But no traces of human life.

“They’ve learned to hide from us. That’s not good.” The next logical step is to find these kids and question them. They’re smarter than they look, and even though Grand Father doesn’t know what they look like, he can assume that they don’t look very smart. ESPECIALLY Mac!

So, there are hundreds of people walking around the streets dressed extremely future-y. “Awesome,” sighs Double-Oh Tiff. “We should blend right in with the roaming packs of feral young people.”

They deign to keep quiet, since their accents and dialect would likely sound very archaic AND anachronistic AND, like, old.

And that’s true.

Paper Girls, Issue #21

Seven of Nine from Star Trek: Voyager has seen better days.

“Did she say…?” says Erin.

“Don’t engage,” says Mac. “Lady’s probably just trying to sell us drugs.”

“1ah taysta whut d Cherch updere donshare?” yells the loud lady. I can see how much of a headache the future is going to be already. “Godall, frum dino-meat 2 nic-heat.” She opens up her coat, revealing items in the lining: Marlboros, a Hershey bar, virtual reality goggles, a flip phone, headphones, a VHS tape, and others. Mac drools at the cigarettes.

The Futur-Cops show up in their Back to the Future 2 hovercars to stop the peddler. She brings out a laser gun and starts blasting the “BluLifes”. They flick on their shields; the lasers bounce right off.

Then they dish out a laser of their own. BRAKOOOM!! Everyone in the streets start running. Are people dying? Probably! Fuckin’ cops.

High up in one of the buildings, an old person’s hand is pressed up against the glass as the unknown individual watches the scene. We’ll find out who she is later. We still need to see an older version of KJ is all I’m sayin’…

The girls find their way to the outskirts of the destruction, breathing and wheezing. They made it to the library! What are they looking for? What does Mac want? What is this going to tell them? Where is my medication?! I can’t find my medication!

The girls wonder if the cops and/or the woman got killed. Double-Oh Tiff is concerned about ther past self’s well-being. “I’m seriously worried about what all this violence is doing to your brain, kid. I mean, seeing A Clockwork Orange in high school really messes us up.”

The library is dark, but otherwise somewhat normal. People are hanging out and reading, sleeping, studying. Erin catches two dudes kissing between bookshelves.

Paper Girls, Issue #21

The future, man! Wooo!!

Mac wants to look for a librarian. “Long time ago, I found out that they basically have to tell anyone who comes in anything that they…ask…” she trails off once she discovers a room with a giant tree. It looks like a 16-bit tree. The kind of tree you’d find in Super Mario World or something. “Hi,” it says, it a robotic rectangular speech balloon.

“What is it?” asks Double-Oh Tiff.

“Some kind of… animatronic plant?” guesses KJ.

“I think it might be a computer,” guesses Tiff.

“No,” replies Erin. “It’s the Tree of Knowledge. And we should most definitely not touch it.”

That’s an Issue #1 callback, my friends!

Mac grabs one of the tree’s hanging, glowing apples. “Tree, what year is it?”

Beep bloop. “It is the seventy-first year of the twenty-second century in the anno Domini designation. Can I help you with anything else, MacKenzie?”

Yo, that’s 2171! Far out, man!

Holy snakes, dude! This tree knows everything! Maybe it can tell them all how to get back to 1988, or at least how to find some kick-ass 2171 video games. KJ wants to know more about themselves, but Erin is VERY apprehensive. “Asking about ourselves is a really, really bad idea,” she says, and Tiff is inclined to agree. KJ is the only one who doesn’t know what becomes of her, so SHE wants to know! Mac has an idea for her own damn self.

Paper Girls, Issue #21

Unfortunately, about 750 new cancers have come out every year since 1988.

“Hell, yes,” Mac smiles.

Final Thoughts

Hell yes indeed, Mac! You go and you buttfuck that cancer right out of you! I’ll be here waiting…

Sucky Funnies for March 26, 2023

SUNDAY!

SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY!

SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDY SUNDY SUNAD SUAND SUNDA SUNA SUBDAY SUNDAYA SUNRA SSDSS SSSFFPPFFFF


Luann

Luann - March 26, 2023

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Congratulations, Luann. You’re the first comic strip in the universe to use the phrase “boy juice”. Enjoy being dropped from syndication from every newspaper in the Bible Belt.


Mary Worth

Mary Worth - March 26, 2023

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Don’t push your luck, Ed. A few more cancelled dates and you’re going to have to resort to fucking that cat. Don’t act like you don’t want to, you’re not fooling anyone.


Pearls Before Swine

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Pretty grim, Pearls Before Swine. I read the Sunday funnies to escape from the harsh reality of American gun fetishism, and this is certainly not splitting my sides. I’m going to drown my sorrows in a tall class of Nesquik. Good day.

Young Avengers (Vol. 2), Issue #4

* Part 4 of 5 of the Style > Substance storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Young Avengers (Vol. 2), Issue #4! In the previous installment, the trip to Asgardia doesn’t go as planned, and everyone’s parents keep showing up to scold and chastise. Loki got tired of that shit, so he whisked the four of them away to a nightclub in NYC to talk shop. Loki has a simple request: have Billy lend him his power so that he can banish the insidious interdimensional parasite himself! Badabing badaboom, we wrap this up by 4pm and then TV dinners for all!

Teddy, Billy, and America hate this idea.

But they have to think fast, because the Parental Pod People have shown up and now Teddy’s fake-ass mom wants to eat their souls!

And if that weren’t enough, I just dropped some cottage cheese on my jeans! Dadgummit!


Young Avengers (Vol. 2), Issue #4 [June, 2013]
Written by: Kieron Gillen

Young Avengers (Vol. 2), Issue #4After three issues, we circle back to Marvel Boy and Hawkeye (not the Jeremy Renner Hawkeye, some other ladylike Hawkeye), who were having lewd relations up in space. They have a fix on M.J.’s Nightclub in New York (Michael Jackson? Michael Jordan? Magic Johnson? Mick Jagger?), where Teddy’s Fake Mom is threatening a group of kids with an evening, plus an eternity, of soul munchin’. “Good news,” announces Marvel Boy, “in addition to losing our Skrull pursuers, I believe we’ve found your friends, Kate Bishop of Earth.”

“I knew something was up,” she responds. “Billy not responding to texts within seconds hinted it was end-of-the-world time.” Ha! Kids and their phones! Am I right, fellows?

“She’s my favorite Hawkeye,” Noh-Varr Marvel Boy thinks. “I have met another one, though. We didn’t make love. He was a man. Also fond of purple.”

Marvel spends some time killing extradimensional beings in some sort of NYC office building. There’s a full page spread of it if you want to buy the issue and look it yourself! Hint hint.

“He was a pretty good shot. You know… for a human.”

Marvel Boy plows through some glass and finds himself in the nightclub. He blasts the kids with a sticky spooge-like substance and frees the kids from their intergalactic, gluey shackles! “Come with me if you want to be awesome,” Marvel Boy says, turning back toward the broken window.

Hey, Kate’s back there too! Hi Kate! Does everyone know Kate? She’s a friend who murdered Hawkeye and stole his identity! Hellloooo!!

The gooey remnants of Fake Mom plus Pod Foster Parents start regenerating, like they are wont to do. Then some unexpected guests show up.

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Speaking of genestuff, I gotta figure out how to get this cottage cheese stain out of my jeanstuff.

“I know this is early…” Marvel Boy addresses his fuck-buddy, “…but meet my parents.”

Marvel Boy’s parents died in a “the ephihany fire”, whatever that may be, shortly after he and his family crossed two hundred million realities. “Earth made a bad first impression,” he says. So what’s going on? Why did his dead parents show up just to reprimand him as if he were a CHILD?! Is this a crazy cosmic joke? Do the cosmos have anything to do with this? How about Cosmo Kramer, is he involved somehow? Giddy-up.

Billy takes the blame for this again. Cast a spell, parents rose from the dead, lots of soul-eating and disappointed dads. No time for a pity party, though, because now America’s parents have shown up again and they’re going to give their daughter a licking she won’t soon forget!

“We need to find a place away from parents. A clear space to do whatever we have to…” Ha, like jerking off? Probably. These teenagers and their hightened sex drives. Parents just don’t understand! Hawkeye suggests flying up, but Marvel Boy does not want to fight his parents in space. Not now, not ever, end of story. To Central Park it is!

Overlooking Central Park is the Avengers Mansion, which I didn’t know existed next to Central Park, but then again, I didn’t know Asgardian was in Broxton, Oklahoma either! I’m silly that way, sometimes. Thor and Captain America are up late and unable to sleep, which is lucky all the same because Marvel Boy flies his spacecraft right out their window while the superparents try to blast it with their various colored laser beams.

“Anything up?” Captain America asks.

*fighting*

“Nay,” Thor responds, continuing his coffee.

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Like fuck she’s going to let a man do a woman’s job. How dare he even consider it?

Marvel Boy’s Dead Daddy plows through the wall of the craft and barrels into Billy. He bursts through the other side and takes the kid off to space. America flies off after them, but Daddy tore a hole in the “Kirby engines”. This Kirby ain’t returning to dreamland anytime soon. He’s going to have to land the ship.

“You really do love him,” Loki stares at Teddy with cold eyes. “I’m not surprised. You are dating a reality warper and all.”

WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, PUNK? “Who knows when or where he’s going to meddle? I’ve had to take so many precautions to protect my own self to even be around him…”

“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, PUNK? Yo, read between the lines, Teddy. Loki is suggesting that Billy is manipulating you. Don’t you get it? You’re no catch! You’re being used for your… uh… Nintendo? Listen, it doesn’t matter. Hear Loki out about this.

“Look at where we are, Teddy. This is what happens as long as Billy doesn’t understand his powers.” Loki motions to the carnage happening outside of the craft.

If I didn’t know better, I’d say Loki is the manipulator here. But I do know better, and I say Loki is the manipulator here! Doesn’t matter right, table it at the moment. “C’mon! Let’s go save the world from us!” Loki exclaims, bounding out of the craft with pep in his step!

America has already grabbed Billy from the clutches of Marvel Boy’s Dead-Ass Dad, who is chasing her down with his fire-blasting fists. Hawkeye makes short work of him by launching a projectile from a Kree compositie soul bow. BLAM! EXPLODED INTO GOO! Go fuck yourself.

Young Avengers (Vol. 2), Issue #4

Vintage, like an aged Kree composite soul wine.

Marvel would’ve used something a little less outmoded like a plasma cannon or a waffle iron, but hey, it did the job.

“Guys, we need a plan,” Teddy says.

“Punch everyone,” America responds.

“One that goes further than punching everyone,” Hawkeye rebuts on Teddy’s behalf.

Loki crosses his arms and mentions that he already has a sound plan. Channel Billy’s powers into him so he can get this fucking job done and what is everyone waiting for? “We’re not doing it,” Billy throws up his arms. “No way am I giving him my powers, not even for ten minutes.”

Fine. Plan B then. *microwaves some popcorn* Kill Billy! “It’s his power! Kill him and all this stops,” Loki says jubilantly. He tried to kill him in the first place, it would be fun to follow through. Besides, no one would miss him. He whines a lot.

It’s an obvious hard no for Teddy. Hawkeye chimes in that she’s glad her own mother hasn’t risen from the dead just to give her the business. It would suck to have to make her dead all over again. “At least your mom wouldn’t eat you,” Loki grumbles.

Wait a tick! Loki starts spinning the ol’ brain gears. “Wiccan! Good news! We don’t have to kill you! I’ve got a new plan…”

“…loan me your power for ten minutes!” he smiles. This is different from the other plan, though, he swears it! This time he’s not trying to trick him! lol! lmao! “There’s no time to explain. Loan me the power.”

America looks defeated. Shrugging, she admits that there really isn’t much time to make a decision. Billy is apprehensive. Loki gets right up into his ear and mutters soft, sweet nothings.

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Not now he doesn’t, but give it another 15 years of mopey whininess and he’ll do anything to snap your neck.

“LOKIHASMYPOWERSFORTENMINUTES,” Wiccan declares as the electric blue light shines and transfers over to the mischiveous little imp.

“Oh wow! Thanks!” Loki says as he stares at his electrified hands. “I thought you were going to be terribly stubborn and I’d have to die here along with anyone else. And you have no idea how disagreeable that’d be.”

Then he says that “REMR><PRBR” word and disappears into the night. They all stare at the space he was standing, downtrodden.

“My fault,” Billy sighs. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Oh yeah?” America clenches her fist. “I do. But you guys are rated PG-13.”

Final Thoughts

Miss America is the greatest Marvel superhero, hands down. Everyone else can suck the big one, daddio. See you next time.