For the fourth year, M. Brown over at Two Dollar Cinema is back with his Mt. Rushmore of movies blogathon! If you're not already reading his blog, then you are clearly failing at life and need to get to it as it's one of the funniest things on the internet. The rules are below
1)I'd like to have all posts done by Friday, March 1st (where I'll create a master list, linking back to all of your lovely sites), but it's cool if you're an overachiever and finish early. Or not at all.
2)When you've finished, send me a heads up/dick pic on twitter @twodollarcinema , reply in the comments below, e-mail me (email@example.com), make circles out of black smoke that Amy Adams will decode, Hell, cut a note out of old newspaper headlines, I really don't mind. Just let me know that you're in and that I love you so much.
3)In your post, please use the rad banner my wife designed in eleven minutes.
4)Share the announcement, if possible. I don't really know anyone, uh, except you.
5)I just want to tell you both good luck, we're all counting you.
Now, when I set out to write this post, I was going to be 100% serious. Then that idea snowballed into something super long so I'll just save it for another day. While brainstorming I read Sati's Best Of 2018 post and was reminded of watching Infinity War in theaters, and experiencing a Thorgasm.
What is a Thorgasm you say? Well it's how your body reacts to the God of Thunder looking like a god damn snack on the big screen. Yes, I went with another Marvel theme, but I can't help it. Thor just *does* things to me now. So behold, the Mt. Rushmore of Thorgasms.
Thor arrives in Wakanda
Bring me Thanos? Bring me a towel.
Thor powers up while The Immigrant Song plays.
Ah ah-Iiiiiiiiiii came.
Thor loses his shirt in Hulk's apartment
Hulk's always angry? I'm always drooling.
Thor goes for a dip in Age of Ultron
There are no strings on Ultron, and there are no panties on anyone watching.