Queen of hell

Never in the last 60 years has water been seen so clear and beautiful.

... And from the chaos that seems to be happening, there flowed beauty.

Metroman’s mom: “Oh, wow! A baby!”  Metroman’s dad: “Ah yes, I saw it and thought of you.” Metroman’s mom: “Our baby is flying!”  Metroman’s dad: “Yes, yes, only the best for you.”

Megamind: “He would win some. I would almost win others.”

Roxanne: “His heart is an ocean, inside another ocean.”

Roxanne: “Is there some kind of nerdy super-villain website where you get tesla coils and blinky dials?”  Minion: “Actually, most of it comes from an outlet store in-”  Megamind: “Don’t answer that!” * Minion: *whispers* “Romania”

Megamind: “Oh I’m shaking in my custom baby seal leather boots!”

Minion: “It’s warming up.”  Megamind: “The sun is warming up?!”

Roxanne: “Can someone stamp my frequent kidnapping card?” Megamind: *laughs* “You of all people know we discontinued that promotion!”

Megamind: “Not now Minion, I’m in a heated existential discussion with this dead-eyed plastic desk toy.”

Roxanne @ Metroman: “Without you, evil is running rampant through the streets!” Megamind: “I’m so tired of running rampant through the streets.”

Minion: “Good luck on your date!”  Megamind:“I will!”  Minion: “That doesn’t make any sense!”  Megamind: “I know!”

Megamind: “Now it’s time for some witty back and forth banter! You go first!”  Titan: “AHHHHH”  Megamind: “Okay, look, I’m not sure where to go with that!”

Roxxane @ Metroman: “You left us in the hands of….him! No offense.”  Megamind: “No, no, I’m with you.”

And then cue dramatic melancholy music while he sits and thinks about how his job is actually meaningless in the face of the fact that it’s prevented him from learning more about the woman he married all those years ago.

There’s a bunch of scenes where they look pensively at each other from the doorway. They start off quarantine sitting on chairs on opposite sides of the living room. As the days progress they move closer and closer. By the end of the movie they’re next to each other on a love seat.

It’s about two upper middle class white heterosexuals. He works at a bank and she runs an etsy shop making tiny idly jewelry. Their neighbor is an Eldery Likable Black Man who offers them sage advice talking over the fence of their backyards. He of course eventually dies of the virus, leaving his two neighbors to learn and grow from the experience- and to treasure what really matters in life.

i never thought my life would get to a point where i’m actively hoping a movie that has not even yet been made will bomb, but here we are.