21 September, 2008

Dustin Hoffman is the balls!

One of the things that happens when you're a super-hero with no secret identity, or even a civilian identity, is that in between fighting senior crocodile citizens (I'm starting to really hate old people) at night and waiting for something exciting to do (since I no longer have a super-team to provide that excitement) and I really don't live in an area with much extra normal activity so that means that I have a lot of free-time. Some of it I spend on this blog and some of it I spend on watching movies and these last few days I've been watching some movies with a young Dustin Hoffman. Wow, he's good, oh... he's really good. He made believe in Little Big Man that a tiny man (he's only 1,66 meters) could sleep with three native Americans women in one night! In Kramer Vs. Kramer he made me believe that one Meryl Streep might perhaps not be a witch (There was good evidence for that)! And in All the Presidents Men he made me believe that somebody could be Carl Bernstein!

... Geez, do you see? This is what happens when you only have mutated old people and the lamest possible version of you to fight. I gotta get a better rouges gallery!

2 comments:

Thomas Fummo said...

the Graduate is pretty cool too.
except for all the simon and garfunkley-ness.

maybe you should make your own rouges gallery!
you know, just piss off a whole lot of people and then dump them in a vat of toxic waste.

Vice said...

you do know you always have an open invite with the extras.... right?