Spielberg. Hanks. See it.
Travis and Drew go to Isla Nublar, where the local cuisine does not agree with them.
The Beard’s new movie gets chilly.
A new fantastic point of view. …Wait.
It’s not like he’s an established filmmaker or anything.
*Inner child does somersaults through flowery meadow*
He’s in his Malick phase now.
No time for pelvic sorcery, Dr. Jones!
“Who directed the movie, the shark?!?”