It's happening again, just as it did throughout the early to mid-80s and just as it did again in 1999. Star Wars is getting me so feverishly excited about a next instalment in the franchise that I'm about to do a sex wee. Yes, it's their fault and it has nothing to do with me being weak-willed.
I am a man-child. A man who has never quite grown up enough to call himself a grown up. I still love many of the things I did when I was a kid, this includes dragging my wife to see the latest instalment of the Transformers franchise (Dark of the Moon wasn't quite as bad as everyone else said it was. Yeah I said it). The resurgence of Superhero movies in the last seven years has only reinforced my man-child status and with each passing release from Marvel studios I get so giddy I pee a little bit. This includes Marvel's latest entry in its Cinematic Universe: Ant-Man.
