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Monday, June 18, 2018

SOLO: A Star Wars Story


Hiya guys, I'm Han Solo, and this is a podcast all about my very first adventure in outer space! Wow! It might be my first week as a smuggler, but I can tell I'm in good hands with the Box Office Pulp Crew. They told me they're gonna brag all about my best friend Chewbacca, and all the decisions Mr. Howard made when he was putting this wacky gang of ours together, and even about my new bud Lando and his wife! She's a really nice lady and also a robot, and that's a-okay with me, not like she's taking a job *I* want. Ha ha ha, I'm just kidding ya. If the rest of my career goes this wizard, they're gonna have to start calling me Han BUDDIES! I have a good feeling about this.

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Thursday, January 4, 2018

Between Anger And Rage: On THREE BILLBOARDS OUTSIDE EBBING, MISSOURI



"We're all dying", says Frances McDormand as grieving mother Mildred Hayes, at the start of Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri.  She's told by nearly everyone she knows that besmirching the good name of a man with terminal cancer is shameful and petty.  After putting her teenage daughter in the ground, burned to death and sexually assaulted, in that order, she has little regard for the sob stories of authority figures.  Her town's dying police chief, the priest who begs her to find forgiveness in her heart, even the local news team, they're all complicit in the same system . The system that failed to find her daughter's killers.  That created men who could commit such heinous acts on a fellow human being.  That led to her daughter walking alone on that particular road, on that particular night, under just the right circumstances where one could get away with murder.  To hell with any God who would set up so perfect a tragedy.