Man of Shit

If I drank, or otherwise ingested any other mind-altering substances (apart from the banal), I would be doing so right now. Surrounded by other out-of-like-minded compatriots, I would explain - with many a slurred slur no doubt - how Man of Steel is some kind of profound proof that big-budget movies are an amoral blight, an entirely ethically bankrupt endeavour. That it is demonstrably impossible to throw that much money at something and imagine you have in any measurable way made the world a more meaningful place.

I do not drink, and question the effectiveness of my banalities. So I’ll just point out that Jon Peters has a credit on this steaming pile of profitable excrement.