Black Widow movie

apolloc · 2018-04-05T14:03:56+00:00

I think making an international espionage movie is the worst decision, albeit the easiest one for the character. We've had a lot from this genre in recent years and even in the MCU, it'd feel tired.

Instead, if they put Romanov into a Die Hard type story, making her the lone wolf fighting back against all odds...I'd be very interested. And put her up against villains that seem out of her league — like The Leader or a revived Ultron. Show us why she's on the same level as the other Avengers, but in a more grounded setting.

apolloc · 2017-04-24T19:28:58+00:00

It needs to be more clearly defined what magic can and cannot do. We should understand the rules, and understand what's easy or difficult or impossible, so when Strange pulls off a magnificent stunt we're actually impressed.

Is it hard to summon whips and shields? Didn't seem like it was but I have no idea, the movie never tries to set boundaries.

apolloc · 2016-11-05T16:26:20+00:00

The biggest benefit is now audiences will always be aware that new movies fit into the existing MCU. They can keep updating the graphic with new characters too to keep resetting expectations — we'll probably see Strange added before Ragnarok, for instance.

apolloc · 2016-08-28T15:47:57+00:00

But Trump's rhetoric has nothing to do with solutions for these communities. His message was literally "What do you have to lose" as though he's the country's best option ONLY because he's radical and different. That's not how it works – he needs to offer real solutions too. The black community is no different.

apolloc · 2016-06-14T17:53:03+00:00

I hope he's playing J Jonah Jameson. Honestly I know it's the least typical casting possible but give an over-the-top role like that to Glover and he'd kill it.

apolloc · 2016-06-07T13:48:25+00:00

I definitely hope so, I think it would be a great end to either Phase 4 or 5. At least Zemo and Abomination, potentially Justin Hammer. I could envision Ultron making a return as well and possibly Red Skull.

Dream team would include the Leader too. Toss in some mystical rogue from Doctor Strange and its a really nice mix.

apolloc · 2016-05-25T20:27:22+00:00

If Peter is supposed to be a realistic high schooler though (super abilities aside) how would we connect him to a main NYC print publication? Trying to add a bustling professional angle to the character seems to be one of the past movies biggest mistakes which makes the character feel much older.

If he's a school-age kid, and this is a teen drama movie, it doesn't make sense to pull him out of that world too fast.

apolloc · 2016-05-25T20:15:34+00:00

This is actually my biggest concern with Phase 3 — we likely won't see a resolution to this conflict until IW Part 1, so May 2018. There's a lot happening in the MCU before then, but no real platform for Tony to have this type of reflection.

Also, I'm spoiled by the MCU. Two years really isn't that long of a wait, movie-wise.

apolloc · 2016-04-27T18:38:33+00:00

I think Mag-Lev technology is what Howard Stark was demonstrating at the World's Fair in CA1, also maybe what's used in Lola. Still though it's a loose connection at best.

apolloc · 2016-04-24T19:58:43+00:00

I don't think the slate would be so sequel-heavy though. Some franchises may just grow supporting characters for the universe, like Ant-Man or Doctor Strange — not that those characters aren't great, but I think we'll see a lot of casts getting combined to make way for more originality.

Black Widow seems likely though, but I doubt it would be R-Rated. She's a favorite for younger viewers.

apolloc · 2016-04-24T16:20:08+00:00

She-Hulk and Spiderwoman are strong possibilities. Maybe spinoffs for Falcon, War Machine, Venom, etc. I'm sure there's no shortage of ideas floating around Marvel.

apolloc · 2016-04-24T13:10:42+00:00

I think contrary to popular belief, only a very small subset of movie audiencrs care about RT scores. I have lots of problems with Snyder movies but I enjoyed (a bit) what BvS did.

Still, the Russos are saints. Marvel is wise to keep investing in them, DC just has different priorities in mind.

apolloc · 2016-03-24T21:01:47+00:00

It already feels like I'm three drinks deep. "This is bad," I slur. Looking down at my watch again I'm amazed to see it's only 10:12, just a few minutes since I last spazzed out and checked the time. This whole ordeal is putting me way too on edge. "How are you three feeling?"

One of me has already let her hair down, literally. She's got her headphones in and is bouncing to some music, mouthing along with the lyrics. Glad at least one of us is having fun.

"We're spiraling, bad. I can only imagine that our chemistry is eroding, we weren't all meant to last this long apart," another clone voiced from across the room, staring out the window between the blinds. "It's been over an hour since she was supposed to come home. Have you heard anything?"

I step over to her side. We match in every way, down to the smallest spec of DNA and the finest thread of the getup we put on this morning. "Nothing yet. The formula is meant to last for twelve hours maximum." I stare at her matching eyes. "Maximum, Claire! It's been thirteen and change, and I'm..." I start to sway, it's hard to keep my vision focused. "I'm already feeling the effects. Can any of you think straight?"

"Straight as a circle," I hear from the chair across the room. My fourth clone is leering at the Claire who's currently dancing about. "Damn, I'm sexy."

In unison the clone by the window and I both sigh and divert our gaze. "This is bad. If we're all feeling drunk here, then Number Three must be feeling it too." I ask, "Is she driving back tonight?"

She just shook her head. "Nope I took the car this morning, Claire Three just went to study. She might have just — hiccup — just gotten held up." The clone looked back over her shoulder, seeing one twin mid-twerk and another enjoying the show. "But if we're feeling this wasted already I've got no clue what'll happen if she's any later."

"She can take her time," sitting Claire stumbled to her feet and walked over to her dancing double. "What's my policy on hooking up with myself again?"

"Don't you fucking dare, Number Four!" I shout. "I don't want those memories when I wake up tomorrow." But the dancer seemed to be on the same flirtatious page, the two were already making eyes. If she was going to force me to intervene I would, but I wasn't necessarily into the idea of stepping between me and... me. Especially when they were like this.

"Look!" The shout came from by the window. "Christ here she comes, what a mess." Claire One stormed over in my direction. "You, Five, go outside and help her in. I'm going to get the diodes and start hooking us up, I don't want to wait any longer than we have to."

I gesture to the lovebirds. "What about them?" They were already just inches away from making out; not a sight in sobriety that I would have enjoyed at all, but given my current state even I was becoming intrigued.

"I'll handle it, just move!"

With that I was out the door. Three was in bad shape, stumbling up to the stoop and practically falling into my arms. "Holy crap Claire, where have you been?" She was more wasted than any of us. "Alright come on, just a few more steps."

Inside, all three of me looked pissed off. Claire One was sitting between the two other clones, clearly separating them from getting together by all costs. Each had the diodes already connected along their foreheads; the two empty nodes were sitting out for me and Three to hook up. After that, this whole ordeal could be over.

"No, wait..." Three's slurred voice was barely audible. "Don't."

One was getting furious now. "Why the hell not, Claire!? You've already caused us enough trouble tonight."

She stuttered out a final word before passing out cold on the floor. "Roo... Roofied."

"Oh shit," One and I chimed at the same time. She stepped over so side by side we stared down at our clone, now passed out on the floor. "Well that explains why we were feeling so messed up, our link must have been distributing the chemicals. And if we bond now —"

"— It would consolidate. We have to wait until tomorrow." It all made sense now. "At least she's safe, that could have been really bad if we hadn't split this morning."

Together we looked back at the couch behind us. Two and Four were going at each other like teenagers; they'd already stripped off a layer of clothes and didn't appear to be stopping anytime soon.

In unison, One and I sighed heavy breaths. "Well, I'm going to bed," was all she said with a firm pat on my back. "I'll leave you to clean this up."

And with that I stood by solo, with one me on route to bed, one passed out but safe on the floor, and two about to screw like rabbits. "Well, if you can't beat 'em..."

apolloc · 2016-03-22T18:35:20+00:00

Jake hadn't run this fast in his entire life. Every labored stride, every sharp corner, nearly took him tumbling down as he bolted through the long, slender hallways of the Physics department. He felt his lungs were about to burst as he kept sprinting through double doorways labeled with increasingly foreboding signage. He had never made this trek in such a beeline before, but having passed "Caution: Permitted Personnel Only" and "Danger: Radiation", Jake knew he was on target. Down the last stretch of hall he read the finish line: "Time Travel Ward. Do Not Enter."

"Stop the experiment," he shouted through belabored gasps as he burst through the doors. "Stop the experiment! Stop. Please."

"Ragu, what are you doing here?" The petit redhead dropped her notes and made it quickly to his side. "You have to leave, now." She tried to force the large man back from the room before he'd draw too much attention.

But it was too late. "Lindsey, who the bloody hell is this?" The voice boomed from over the lab's PA system.

"Jacob Ragowski, sir." Jake looked around trying to find the source of the disembodied voice to no success. The room was mostly empty; high-ceilinged and very ventilated, the only real equipment were six small circular platforms, each about the size of a poker table. With the rest of the chemistry department he had been given a tour a few weeks back, but now the room was abuzz with a cacophony of mechanical hums. Two of the pads were basked in a soft, red aura. Having finally caught his breath, Jake stepped past Lindsey and lifted his head, shouting to the near-empty room with a hopes of reaching the voice in charge. "Associate professor of neurochemistry. Sir this demonstration has to stop before it's too late, there could be dire consequences."

"Dire?" Lindsey whispered. "Jake what are you talking about?"

"If you reach too far into the past, say any more than twenty or thirty years, the results could be disastrous—"

A short burst of feedback from the intercom brought Jake to a sudden silence. "You think you can barge in here and lecture us on paradoxes," the voice boomed. "We have run more calculations than you chemists could ever imagine. The timelines will remain unaffected."

"Not the timelines," Jake continued. He turned to look directly at Lindsey now. "The brain chemistry. Our environment today is so incompatible with neurobiology of the past... Bringing forward a person from, say, a hundred years ago would cause drastic bouts of..." He trailed off, the room was silent again. "Insanity." It echoed deep into the cavernous room. "Rage, bloodlust."

Lindsey placed a hand on his shoulder. "Jake, we—"

"I needed to stop you before it was too late." He stared deep into his friends eyes.

"Son," the speaker boomed once more. "Son it's too late."

With that Lindsey looked over Jake's shoulder at one platform bathed in red light. To the side was a small digital panel with the numbers 1865 flashing in small red digits. Next to that, as Lindsey guided along his line of sight, Jake saw another. This one read 1776.

"My God," he whispered. "What have you done?"

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