Stephen Polakiewicz

Rereading these fifteen years later, it’s incredible how I have zero clue what’s going on, even with a recap page. “Wait, Bullseye is Hawkeye? Why are the Avengers on the run? Civil War, maybe… Why is Jessica Jones not acting like Jessica Jones?” Stuart Immonen, so the action pops.

Send Help. Tremendous. I imagine Sam directing is always “Bigger,” and “I’m sorry, can we get more INSERT DISGUSTING SUBSTANCE into their mouth?”

I rewatch these Knives Out movies like they’re on a marathon cycle on TBS. Wake Up Dead Man. It’s stained glass. Clever stuff, man.

Air Force One: "You talk as if you have nothing to do with this! This is all of your doing, this infection you call freedom, without meaning, without purpose. You have given my country to gangsters and prostitutes. You have taken everything from us! There is nothing left!"

Anaconda ‘25: “Buffalo sober. Mhm. Just beer and wine… And then some of the lighter liquors.”

Krakoa’s Stormwatch. That Pepe Larraz, man. Like Stuart Immonen and Marc Silvestri made it.

Finishing a polish on a feature and I’m trying on a western pilot as a piece of ginger.

GHOST TOWN. In a crumbling mall, an aging hardcore kid plays sheriff to the broken, bitter, and forgotten. But when order collapses, he’s forced to reckon with the rot he’s spent his life denying. #scriptsky

Blood Hunt. Marvel does DC’s Final Night, plus vampires.

S1E7 - Barbarian

Do you love excessive casual swearing? Boy-o, do I have a podcast for you!

PLOT DROPPERS. A simple game. One movie. Three men. Two have seen it. One hasn’t. Five minutes apiece to drop the plot before the one flying blind takes over for the finale.

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Overwhelmed with a feeling of anemoia (nostalgia for a time never experienced) when I watch a thing like Disneyland Handcrafted.

Ha! I can't break that validation addiction... Somebody tell me I'm pretty.

With the death of Coverfly, how do you all keep track of your contest entries, #scriptsky? I have a trench coat filled with screenplays, and I’m pretty good at pimping my latest, greatest wares (DIVE BAR, you should read it), but it’s all fogging over. A nightmare spreadsheet?

My intro to The Wicker Man was Nic Cage flipping out about bees. Lo and behold, the original had something profound to say about absolutism.

Don Callis: Without wrestling this guys living behind a fence. Let’s face it.

Ponies. Portia and Daenerys got that buddy movie chemistry. The good shit. But, someone should slap a content warning on this series. Google Images will absolutely blast you with Bronies.

K-Pop Demon Hunters: "Every snowflake is special, but one snowflake is probably the best." How do you do, fellow kids?

I missed ScriptPit. (Not quiet sure I even understand it.)

New year! New stories! But, I have to remember to keep tending the ideas I’ve already nurtured. DIVE BAR. I love ’em. I find solace in ’em. A lil’ story about overcoming self-imposed limitations, booze, and the heart. #scriptsky

“Wrestle Me, Pete! Wrestle Me, Marc!” The lads motivated me to rewatch WK11. (That and my rotting NJPW World subscription.) Good golly, I forgot the glory of the Shibata/Goto match.

New Year Dash!! A one-match card, but what a match. Rockstrap Yuto-Ice. The dude crackles with “It.”

I'm not sure if it's subversive, ignorance, or outright arrogance that Paramount keeps letting their artists remind the world of their evil.

S1E5 - Weapons

I’m a straight, forty-something white man. Of course, I have a podcast.

PLOT DROPPERS. A simple game. One movie. Three men. Two have seen it. One hasn’t. Five minutes apiece to drop the plot before the one flying blind takes over for the finale.

open.spotify.com/episode/2JRQ...

High Potential. You know, like The Mentalist but trashy. I’m luxuriating in a cozy, formulaic network television show. I’ve become my grandparents. Jesus… Drew Goddard, does this make us old?

Wrestle Kingdom 20. Oof… Until! Aaron Wolf’s debut. Pure Memphis and it was glorious. Fosbury Flop!

I think they fell too in love with their characters and didn’t want to “hurt” anyone. When it hits, it’s incredible, like the final Dungeons & Dragons scene, but it’s a total slop-fest. Jonathan… What’s the point of Jonathan?

Stranger Things! See you in 20 years when you all need another check. Set in 2004? A Linkin Park needle drop? The Strokes?

The American President: “He is interested in two things, and two things only: making you afraid of it, and telling you who’s to blame for it.” Manufactured fear way back in ’95. Everyone sees it coming. It still works. It always works. Ugh...

I mean… if you don’t watch it every year you should lose your human being card.

“Anderson’s obsessively constructed dioramas explore the very human need to organize, quantify, and control our lives in the face of the unexpected and the uncertain… Asteroid City might be the purest expression of this dynamic because it’s about the unknown in all its forms.“ - Bilge Ebiri

“Good will toward men... and women.” A malignant businessman bleeding Gotham dry. The world has had this bum pegged for the entirety of my life.

Hey. Put a little love in your heart.