Imagine thinking your spouse is a sexy secret agent for decades only to find out he’s a restaurant critic for fat tire boy magazine
Better yet imagine a real spy getting in trouble and mistaking a restaurant critic for a fellow agent. But the critic takes their job very seriously and won’t reveal themselves and so gets pulled into some kind of huge dangerous conspiracy whilst continuing to take notes on the quality of every restaurant they almost get shot in.
I’m very much awaiting the Doctor Who episode in which they go back to Revolution-era America and the local luminaries are played by the Hamilton cast and Peter Capaldi tries playing bits from the musical to them on his guitar and they just stand there looking confused.
With people disappointed with Jurassic World and how it handles female characters, and everyone loving Mad Max for that reason, I think the solution is obvious.
George Miller directs the next movie in both franchises. AS THE SAME FILM.
Was there anyone else who heard Dean had to go far away and this unbidden thought was like Yes. Dean is now going off to space adventures with the 12th Doctor. Bastards deserve each other.
This looks like a still from the open of an ‘80s sitcom:
“He’s an uptight government official and he’s one deduction away from driving everyone insane! Can these two geniuses save London…and at the same time, save one another? Tune into ‘Oh, Brother!”, Fridays at 9 on BBC1!”
