Man, Loot Crate really outdid themselves with the “Summon” box for September 2015. The products were awesome as usual, and the packaging had the most elaborate design they’ve ever released.
See what’s inside after the break…
When we got our first look at the Hot Toys Star Wars 1/6 Scale Han Solo and Chewbacca figures last year, I had a feeling they were going to be a thing of beauty. Now I can confirm that 100%.
Everything from Chewbacca’s fur to the intricate details of Han’s holster is spot on. It was an adventure unboxing these because of little things like Han’s droid caller or the fact that each bit of ammo in Chewie’s bandolier can be removed.
There are a fair amount of accessories: Han’s signature blaster, Chewie’s bowcaster, headsets (which also means a separate scalp for Han which was amusing), multiple hands, and a Stormtrooper belt for the exclusive Han figure.
Chewbacca also has a comb for fur control and, having seen him turned into Wolverine in one pic, I can tell you that there’s some fun to be had…
Given Adam Sandler’s recent track record–Grown Ups 2, Blended, The Cobbler, Jack and Jill–do I really need to tell you that Pixels is bad? Fine. It’s bad. Really, really bad.
Don’t be lured in, fellow nerds, by the Pac-Man or the Dinklage. Granted, the effects are neat, and Dinklage is by the far best actor here because he out and out commits to being a mulleted weirdo. But none of it is worth sitting through 105 minutes of Sandler testing how uninterested he can be before director Chris Columbus pulls him aside and says something about it. Lines like “I got this. If I don’t, the world ends. Can’t let that happen” (screenwriters Tim Herlily and Timothy Dowling, folks!) are bad enough, but when they’re spoken by someone who sounds like he’s halfway to a coma, it’s just insulting.
I would re-watch any of these five terrible movies before giving Pixels a second shot.
Minor spoilers follow.
The MCU has a problem. When it started out, it was just Iron Man, doing his thing. Then Nick Fury came onto the scene, and a cinematic universe was born. Government agencies, decade-long conspiracies, Norse gods from outer space. What started off as one hero fighting to make amends for his own violent history has turned into a sprawling behemoth. By Age of Ultron, the Avengers were trying to stop a genocidal robot from literally wiping out most human life on Earth. With Infinity War on the horizon, plus the Guardians of the Galaxy’s integration into the wider MCU, the stakes are primed to climb to ever more (pardon the pun) astronomical heights.
As more and more films are added to the MCU, the world expands. That’s normal, and it’s not bad. But when no major characters are allowed to die (saving Quicksilver, introduced approximately two hours before he was offed), and when nothing too bad is allowed to happen without the main characters swooping in and mopping it up, stuff starts to get a little… cartoony. A bit less emotionally grounded. I’m not saying pull a Warner Bros. and go all “gritty,” but I do think Marvel’s continuing insistence on “bigger is better”—as seen in the gazillion-plotline, “we have to set up five different movies” mess that was Ultron, and potentially in the absolutely massive Civil War cast list—could really hamstring Marvel in the future, in terms of quality, if not box office gross.
All that is to say: God bless Ant-Man.