Yes, it’s back, the only thing more painful than being forcefully assimilated by an ancient, malevolent alien force!
In which I ramble and whinge about why the hell nothing can ever just end anymore.
And unlike blackjack or poker, they’re not even fucking fun.
In which Kingsman not only jumps the shark, but slingshots itself into space, around the moon, and back into the shark while pop music plays or something.
In which shows formats and conceits are lost, like…tears in rain.
So I just saw Blade Runner 2049, and it blew my tiny mind.
Here’s a spicy shot of hot take about it!
We’re all a little worried, mate.