Of course, DC/Warners does have a hit incoming with Suicide Squad. Its success is as obvious as Batman v Superman's failure. It's all because of Margot Robbie's Harley Quinn, and possibly Jared Leto's Joker. If DC/Warners had any kind of reliable compass, they'd be throwing out the Justice League shit now and making Harley Quinn/Joker movies. But that would take way more courage than there is between ten of the people behind the scenes.
I just did a Google image search for Margot Robbie because I wanted to gaze at her beauty and noticed one of the refined search options was "Margot Robbie Focus" which I misread as "Margot Robbie Foetus" and thought, wow, people have some strange fetishes.
I didn't have much time for Doctor Who this week or anything else, really. I listened to one very short Fifth Doctor audio play from 2007 called Urban Myths, a pretty funny one about a bunch of Time Lords who meet at at restaurant to discuss killing the Doctor only to find all their memories about him are wrong. Meanwhile Peri is their waitress. It's sort of a short Rashomon comedy.
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A random anger has rebuked my ship.
A guess for gusts amends a lamp abaft.
Retractions nurse a bruised cloud for kip.
A clam, an eel, a drop of rain, a raft.
Accosted cake accepts a bath tub term.
The winds of cholera adjoin the still.
A grog reverts to quench the captain's worm.
In wooden visage sat a tree-ish will.
In troubled swirls of spiteful barques, they watch.
In pockets pulled at bars of no reprieve.
A rudder stock decayed for carvéd notch.
The clouds in blue vortex a hand conceive.
A system turns in suds long left on deck.
The eyes of mirror lands grew from a speck.