So, I guess a sports thing happened last night. Superbowl Lie. Everyone thought it’d go one way, but it went another. I’m not going to spoil it for you if you haven’t seen it yet (you’re welcome), but it was a close one. Now, I suppose we can move on with our meaningless, consumer-driven lives.
Whatever that looks like.
For me, that’s waiting for Black Panther. Or, Lent. Both are the same week. Sorry, Valentine’s Day, you’re taking a backseat this year (how’s that different from every year? too soon?).
It looks like there’s a new king of Marvel.
It’s far from meaningless. It’s all leading up to Infinity War.
But, that’s not until May. You can make it. It’s only a few days. It’s not that long. I just keep telling myself that. Over and over. Soon enough, May will arrive and I’ll stop saying it and sit in the theater in awe.
And don’t forget, Ant-Man and The Wasp. It’ll be a great 2018.
The only question remaining is which of these, if any, will break cinema records?