So I gave Wet Hot American Summer: Ten Years Later a try this weekend. I was… not impressed. I’m a bit disappointed that I watched the whole thing. I’m not amused.
In keeping up with the theme of the bitterness (of wanting time back), we’re going to tackle some bleak things this week. First up is a look at the role of language in Pontypool. After that, there’s a recommendation for Rigor Mortis. There’s also trailers and short films, so try to get comfy and relax as best you can. It’s best if you unclench.