Listen, and understand! The Nedinator is out there! It can’t be bargained with. (Except with bacon.) It can’t be reasoned with. It doesn’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. (But if it stubs it’s toe in the middle of the night on the way to the bathroom, it will be incapacitated.) And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead… uh, I mean, entertained.
My friend/mentor/lender-of-fifty-dollar-bills, Ned Hickson, is one talented cat.
But you didn’t hear that from me.
Not only does he know how to rock a ‘stache with more vigor than Clark Gable, Burt Reynolds and Kim Kardashian combined, he’s a jurnalist, a writer, a hero (volunteer firemen), a husband, a dad… AND now?
Now he’s a talented filmmaker.
Yep. I didn’t believe it either. I’ll give you a moment to let it sink in.
You all good? Then we’ll continue.
Here now, for your viewing… I’ll guess we’ll go with “pleasure” (?), is “Terminator: Nedisys”.
Enjoy it. Bask in its “originality”. Let it become a part of your very existence.
Just don’t blame me.
One last word about Ned: I often needle him (newsflash: I can be a bit of a dick sometimes), but the truth is, as a volunteer fireman Ned Hickson is the guy running to the danger rather than from it. For that reason alone, he’ll always be my hero.
Plus, he’s always lending me cash to support my comic/Dr. Pepper addiction.
See in the multiplex, kids…