“I just don’t understand how spending time with women has become such a soul-crushing burden for men. TiVo the damn game and watch your lady try on clothes for an hour. Who knows? You might even get to see her naked and stuff.”
“I’m sensing an anxious masculinity theme for the Superbowl commercials this year. I mean, we get it, dudes: You’re worried about being castrated by lavender scented candles and shopping with your lady friend. Go kill something, quick! And for the love of god, stop being nice to your girlfriend.”
All things considered, my life is fairly wonderful at the moment. But I’m feeling restless and tired of winter. February tends to have that affect on people.
There now seem to be three types of films that have consistent January releases: horrific romantic comedies, movies Gary Oldman inexplicably thinks have good scripts, and vengeful dads operating outside the law scenarios. Edge of Darkness is this year’s Taken, minus 90% of the action and 100% of Liam Neeson’s badassery.
the ever-brilliant Liz reviews ‘Edge of Darkness’ at KillsMeDead.com
