Running afoul of comic-book fanboys? Bad move Disney. Bad move.

Because who doesn’t want to see a walking, talking, gun-toting space-raccoon giving it some on the big screen?

You may not want to see Bruce Banner when he gets angry, but he sure is cute when he gets philosophical…

Rarely has a film with so much hype failed so horribly to deliver. Director Tony Gilroy seems to think he could get away with remaking the first Bourne, except without the amnesia. Or the excitement, characters, wit, joy, love interest, narrative, decent plot or action sequences. The fourth film, with its ‘wider conspiracy’ and all those ‘rewards for paying attention’ we were promised, is entirely uninspiring and utterly soulless.

That is the ugliest effing gun I’ve ever seen.

Get cape. Wear cape. Vomit. That is the heroic mission of this week’s Friday Drinking Game – with Marvel churning out so many bloody brilliant superhero films lately, we at BFF Towers are all feeling pretty super ourselves for getting through it all. So super, in fact, that we would like to make like Tony Stark and have a bloody drink or five. As well as a leggy blonde of our choice.

Fright Night wasn’t enough for you, Anton?

Keep trying, DC!

Mate, those funnel web spiders will Nock. Your. Punk ass. DOWN!

COME BACK JOSS