Nicole. 22. All around weirdo. NY transplant living in LA. I facebook, I blog, I tweet like its my job.
Let me start by first saying that, despite my long history with comic books, I am not exactly the world’s biggest Superman fan. In fact, in the nearly ten years I’ve spent as a comics fan, I can say with near-certainty that I’ve maybe read only one or two issues exclusive to Our Hallowed Man of Steel. But at my core, I’ve always understood what Superman was about: hope. Warmth. Love. And the respect I feel for that legacy is insurmountable, even from afar.
Man of Steel took everything I understood about Superman and shattered it, wholly and completely.
This is literally, 100% how I felt about this movie, but put much more eloquently than I, who when the movie let out last night, merely turned around and said, “So, like…I wasn’t the only one that totally hated that, right?” The Valley really has gotten to me.
Call me immature and stupid, but This is the End was the hardest I’ve laughed at the movies in ages. There was not a moment of the movie I wasn’t laughing. WELL, maybe a few moments, as that would be hard to laugh during an entire movie, but I’d say I missed a good 15% of what they were saying because I was laughing so hard.