It's a Bee Movie! The Beekeeper (2024)
Plus a discussion about writing choices and some other stuff because the writing of this post was overcome by events
The Introduction
I love action movies. I also love B-movies, movies that lean into genre, that have lower budgets than the big blockbusters, and where the makers’ reach often exceeds their grasp.1 Some of my favorite B-movies, which aren’t all action movies, and may or may not be B-movies in the technical sense,2 are:
Bloodsport
Road House
Point Break
The Room
Miami Connection
Masters of the Universe
No Holds Barred
Commando
Speed
Over the Top
Kickboxer: Retaliation
Monkey Shines
Hercules in New York
Samurai Cop
The list goes on. Now, some of these movies actually are good in the sense that they not only are technically well made, are written well, have artistic merit, and have a style all their own (Monkey Shines, Bloodsport, Over the Top, and Commando come to mind), but what they all have in common is (a) they deliver what is promised, and (b) they are absolutely bonkers in their own special ways. Even the failures (The Room, Miami Connection) are still enjoyable. Sometimes you want to watch a nameless drifter beat the hell out of a bunch of bad dudes terrorizing a town, and there’s nothing wrong with that.
So enter The Beekeeper. Hoo boy. Spoilers below, because I have to discuss this completely insane movie before getting to the writing stuff. And I promise to keep the “bee” related jokes to a minimum, but it’s hard.
The Premise
Ever since my son and I saw a preview for The Beekeeper during Godzilla Minus One, he wanted to catch the movie. I told him when it’s on streaming. And I get why he wanted to see it: it starts Jason Statham, one of the most reliable action starts of the past twenty-five years. We, along with my father-in-law, have enjoyed watching Statham punch, slash, shoot, and generally steamroll through mountains of bad guys in pursuit of his goal in many a low-budget, high-budget, and in-between films that, quite honestly, all blend together since I typically catch them for only twenty or thirty minutes at a time while I’m busy doing dad stuff. But the first Expendables was fun, even if I had a hard time hearing what the hell anyone was saying.3
The preview of The Beekeeper gives the plot away: Statham is a beekeeper who works for or rents from an elderly lady played by The Cosby Show’s Phylicia Rashad. She gets all of her substantial life savings, as well as those of a charity she manages, wiped out in a phishing scheme, and then commits suicide. Yes, you read that right: a movie released in 2024 involves a phishing scheme4 of all things. Which makes sense as, if IMDb is to be believed, The Beekeeper was originally intended to be set in 2003. Anyway, the rest of the preview showed Statham marching up to a building which presumably contained the fraudulent call center responsible with two gasoline cans in his hand. He tells the security goons he’s going to burn the place to the ground, beats them up, then burns the place to the ground. I love a man who does what he says he’s going to do.
There was also some exposition cut into the trailer about how Statham’s character is a part of an organization called The Beekeepers, who look after “the hive,” i.e., the United States. The rest of the trailer is, of course, Statham beating more people up in grisly ways, all the while hunting after who we assume to be the big kahuna of the entire scheme, played by Josh Hutcherson.5
So yes, the movie was like catnip to an eleven-year-old boy. To me too. Statham killing people who deserve killing? Sign me up!
We finally watched the film and it is certainly something. There is so much going on here that my write-up will be as disjointed and bananas as this movie, so I apologize in advance.
The Plot
The opening credits, over bee-themed imagery (in yellows and tans, naturally), flash some additional information about bees in the background, the ancient and historical importance of bees,6 newspaper clippings about bee-related incidents, how hornets, including those Japanese murder hornets that were supposed to kill us all a few years back,7 infiltrate beehives, and so on. Keep that in mind. Or not, actually, because none of this stuff will get by you. The bee metaphors are about as subtle as getting stung in the face.
We begin with Adam Clay (Statham) keeping bees on Eloise Parker’s (Rashad) property. This property is clearly rural and isolated. There is not another building in sight, just trees and grass and rolling hills. Keep this in mind as well, because Ms. Parker is supposed to live in Springfield, Massachusetts, a city which I have been to many times and is most definitely not rural. Springfield, with close to 160,000 people, is, in fact, the third biggest city in Massachusetts, behind Boston and Worcester, and the fourth biggest city in all of New England after Boston, Worcester, and Providence. Now, some of the areas surrounding Springfield are rural, but they are nowhere near as rural as the Springfield depicted in The Beekeeper, and there’s a reason for that, which we’ll get to later.
So back to Clay and Ms. Parker. One morning after making some honey, Clay speaks with Ms. Parker about some housekeeping matters, and how appreciative he is of her. “You’re the only person who’s ever taken care of me,” he says, or some variation thereof, wearing his most excellent beekeeping outfit (a fencing uniform with a snazzy honeycomb emblem). So there’s obviously history between them, and the actors do a nice job of setting this up. However, this doesn’t last.
Ms. Parker fires up her computer and almost immediately a message pops up, telling her that her data is in danger and she needs to call this number immediately. So she, being naïve about computers, does. This is where the story really begins.
Kindly Ms. Parker calls the number, and is greeted by a totally douchey sounding young man who gives her a fake name. He informs Ms. Parker that her antivirus is out-of-date and her data compromised and at risk of being lost forever, but she can save it by downloading his company’s free software at, I’m not making this up, a website called friendlyfriend. We go back and forth between Ms. Parker and the call center, which looks more like what they imagined a futuristic nightclub would look like back in 1994. The guy making the call, Mickey Garnett (David Witts) looks even douchier than he sounds. Of course, Ms. Parker goes to the website and downloads the “software,” which is actually a virus that gives Garnett’s crew access to and control over, her computer. He then tells Ms. Parker that he’ll need to put a small amount of money into her account to make sure they’re linked, but oops! He accidentally withdrew $50,000! Now, he pretends to freak out over losing his job, and convinces Ms. Parker to give over all her bank info so he can fix this.
This whole seen is sold by Rashad and Witts. You know what’s coming, but still hope beyond hope that computer-illiterate old Ms. Parker calls her bank and her daughter, who helped her set the computer up, like she suggests, but no. She does not. She enters her master password,8and soon all of her money, and her charity’s money, is drained.
There’s a lot going on in this scene. Just watch it.
Man, I hate that guy.
Fraud alerts pop up on Ms. Parker’s phone almost immediately, but instead of talking with her banks, instead of calling her daughter, instead of doing any of that, Ms. Parker decides to shoot herself.
This got dark fast. But as far as inciting incidents, it’s a good one.
So we cut to nightfall. Clay decides that now is the time to deliver some fresh honey to Ms. Parker. She doesn’t answer his knocks, and he hears the smoke detector on. So he goes into to the house9 and smells smoke—the oven is still on. Something seems off, so he grabs a knife from the kitchen and makes his way to Ms. Parker’s bedroom, where he finds her body, and then is accosted by a “Freeze, motherfucker!”
It’s special agent Verona Parker (Emmy Raver-Lampman) of the FBI, The Beekeeper’s resident Girlboss . . . and Ms. Parker’s estranged daughter! Verona is also one of the least-likeable movie protagonists I’ve seen in a long time, and I’ve seen more than a few Judd Apatow movies.10 Maybe Ms. Raver-Lampman is a fine actress in other roles, but here she’s awful. She scowls and snarls and snarks her way through the movie, seeming far less broken up over her own mother’s suicide than Clay.11 She’s also the kind of person who wears her Harvard t-shirt the entire time so you know she went to Harvard, which is precisely what someone with crippling imposter syndrome-induced insecurity and the accompanying chip on the shoulder it causes would do.
And I get that, because watching Verona’s investigative abilities and powers of observation in this scene, and in this entire movie, one gets the impression she did not make it into Harvard on merit alone.
Some examples:
When Verona encounters Clay, she is in the room where her mother killed herself. Leaving aside how long she was there for, why was she at her mother’s house that night in the first place (remember, they were estranged) and what was she doing?
We’ve established that Verona had for some time been in the room where her mother had quite clearly committed suicide by gun, and yet when Clay comes in much later holding a knife, Verona thinks that Clay killed her mother.
Verona doesn’t bother to ask pertinent questions, just verbally berating Clay and accusing him of using a knife to . . . what, force her mother to shoot herself? She also doesn’t comment on the fact that the stove had been running for so long, or that her mother quite obviously shot herself. If my daughter were this dumb, I might be estranged from her too.12
Verona doesn’t think to ask the police to check the gun for prints (the cops do that later), and instead displays her racist bona fides and gets mad at the cops for (I’m paraphrasing) “Ignoring the big white dude in my mother’s house.” Well, no, the cops actually investigated that big white dude and came to the conclusion that he didn’t do it.
Later, when Verona apologizes to Clay, she does have the investigative wherewithal to detect “some British Isles” in Clay’s accent. Lady, Clay ain’t hiding anything in his manner of speech, and no, this isn’t a top line from the movie at all. It was around this point I understood what kind of movie The Beekeeper would be.
Anyway, we’ve established that one the movie’s main protagonists is not likable and not competent. Where do we go from here? Well, she at least never gives up, so there’s that. We meet her partner Matt Wiley (Bobby Naderi) who is, I guess, comic relief, though their banter is pretty mid all around. Wiley is a relative non-entity and I’ve already forgotten most of his lines.
Clay, of course, isn’t going to let these scammers go unpunished. He is a former member of a secret—nay, the most secret—organization in American black ops history: The Beekeepers. All we really glean about them through the course of the movie is they they’re super-off-the-books, their job is to protect the hive (i.e., the country, or is it the system?) from hostile actors, and that if they want to dead, you’re dead.
Clay rings up his old colleagues to learn about the phishing scheme and they’re like “You’re retired, we can’t help you anymore. Ah, we’re just messing with you. Here you go.” Garnett and his crew are members of the generically titled United Data Group, and if you wanted to conceal some sort of nefarious activity, a bland corporate-sounding name like that is just the ticket. Of course, their offices feature nightclub-worthy neon signage and are overall decorated like an Eastern European dance club, but hey, if you’re going for a John Wick vibe, and there are no nightclubs in your movie,13 then you need to add this aesthetic somewhere.
And hey! United Data Group is conveniently also located in Massachusetts? Well, “Massachusetts.” I learned from the How Did This Get Made? podcast about this movie that The Beekeeper was actually filmed in the UK because Jason Statham didn’t want to leave the UK. I can neither confirm nor deny this, but I so desperately want it to be true.14 I love this movie so much.
Clay goes over to UDG,15 beats the hell out of the security guards after telling them he is going to burn the place to the ground, goes inside, beats to everyone, and then burns the place to the ground. Well, he blows it up after trying to get all the scammers to vow never to prey on the weak and innocent again. Some leave. Some security guards don’t. Garnett escapes but four of his goons are still in the building when it goes kaboom. Clay is rather cavalier about human casualties here and throughout—I swear, he kills more people than Arnold does in Commando—but we’re told there were only four dead (the goons). The United Data Group building is pretty big. There had to be other offices in there, right? But you know what? Who cares. Bad guys got their comeuppance. Movie over, right?
No. Of course not.
We then cut to “Boston” where we meet the movie’s real antagonists: Derek Danforth (Josh Hutcherson), the Scion of Danforth Industries, and his family’s consigliere, Wallace Westwyld (the mighty Jeremy Irons). Derek is a terminally online twenty something hedonist running the business in his mother’s stead. She’s busy at her job, and his father is dead. Westwyld really runs the show, but it’s clear he’s only looking after Derek for his mother’s sake. Obviously, Westwyld and Ms. Danforth have feelings for each other.
Derek is a crypto-douche womanizing ne’er-do-well cokehead, and Hutcherson is no joke brilliant in this part, just so loathsome. He gets a call from Garnett and tries to get Westwyld to take care of the problem—Westwyld was the director of the CIA for 30 years, after all!16 But Westwyld is all “Clean up your own mess, son!”
Somehow, Derek and Garnett track down17 Clay, and Garnett goes with a goon squad to the old Parker property and shoot up his beehives. What an asshole! Also: what an idiot! Yes, let’s machine gun bees who can come and make a giant bee cloud to sting us.
Alas, The Beekeeper misses a golden opportunity to have some Apis melliferae enact some vengeance of their own. No bees harmed any bad guys in the making of this movie. In fact, this is the last we see of the little buggers.
But not of Garnett. No, he’ll be back a little later, but not his fingers: Clay cuts them off using a band saw. Of course he beats up the other goons too in a cool almost horror-movie-like scene in his little workshop cabin, but here the monster is the good guy.
It’s a very effective fight scene, probably the best one in the movie.
Naturally, Clay realizes that there are bigger fish who are after him. He follows Garnett, who stops at a bridge and calls Derek. When Clay finds him, he picks to the phone and basically tells Derek he’s a dead man before strapping Garnett to Clay’s truck and sending it flying into the water.
Wait, bridge? Water? What? This is central Massachusetts. Sure, there are lakes and rivers, goes the mighty Connecticut River which goes through Springfield. And yes, there are bridges across the river. But just look at this bridge:
This is the Kingsferry Bridge. This bridge connects the town of Sittingborne to the Isle of Sheppey in Kent, England. No such bridge exists in central Massachusetts. How do we know this is supposed to be central Massachusetts? Because when Verona and Wiley show up, one step behind yet again, they say that the way Clay came from is towards Springfield, and the way Clay is going is towards Boston. They conveniently elide the fact that the second biggest city in all of New England, Worcester, is in between Springfield and Boston. They also elide the fact that all the drawbridges and bascule bridges in Massachusetts are in and around Boston and Cape Cod. Anyway, enough about bridges and geography, interesting topics they may be. We’re here to talk The Beekeeper!
This all sets up the remainder of the movie. It’s a cat-and-mouse game where Clay is after Derek, Verona and Wiley are after Clay, and Westwyld is scrambling to keep Derek alive. Because as Westwyld tells him, Clay’s eyes are the last he’ll ever see. Among other schemes, Westwyld contacts Janet Harward (Minnie Driver), the director of the CIA, who gets Deputy FBI Director Prigg18 (Don Gilet) to give Verona and Wiley the support they need. Westwyld also hired a team made up of badass Navy Seals and other special ops guys, led by a man named Pettis (Michael Epps) to stand guard at the main call center in Boston. Here, Westwyld delivers some great monologues that are good for exposition and B-movie fans alike: Irons really kills it despite dialogue like:
He’s not like you. You're tier one operators, former SEAL team six, Delta group. You are, in other words . . . pussies. If you were in the same room, he would kill you.
And:
When I was sworn in as director, I was read into programs I never imagined existed. Well . . . there are programs even I wasn't privy to. Like the Beekeepers. The honeybee has always had a special relationship with humanity. A sacred relationship. Why? No bees, no agriculture. No agriculture, no civilization. Our nation is not unlike a beehive, with its complex systems of workers, caretakers, even royalty. If any of the beehive’s complex mechanisms are compromised, the hive collapses. Someone, a long time ago, decided that a mechanism was needed to keep our nation safe—a mechanism outside the chain of command, outside the system. It’s one mission—to keep the system safe. Beekeepers are given all resources, empowered to act on their own judgment. For decades, they have quietly worked to keep the hive safe. That is, until now. It appears that a retired Beekeeper has gone off program, and is acting in what he mistakenly believes is the hive's best interest.
It’s so good. But wait, there’s more! CIA Director Harward contacts the Beekeepers and, in the last time we see them the entire movie, they send the current Beekeeper19 after Adam to take him down.
Her name is Anisette (Megan Le), and she is cuckoo-cuckoo bananas.
Seriously, look at her. She’s like a comic book villain. Clay is all calm and collected and methodical, and Anisette is all “What’s up, bitches? Let’s blow shit up!” She rolls up to gas station Clay is at, whips off tarp covering a minigun on the back of her truck, and just starts blasting.
This includes into cop cars and at civilians.
If Beekeepers are supposed to protect the hive, wouldn’t that preclude them from harming innocents? Does any of this matter? No, of course it doesn’t. Anyway, Clay dispatches Anisette quite easily, with the help of a jar of honey he fucking chucks at her head, and then lights on fire. Honey is flammable? Well, no,20 but for the few glorious minutes of this fight scene, honey was nature’s napalm and I was all in.
Clay, though, also seems to have forgotten his oath to protect the weak and vulnerable. As he walks away from the gas station—which shows prices in pounds and clearly says “petrol,” natch, just like all gas stations in Massachusetts—the place blows up.
Before he leaves, Clay takes a piece of Anisette’s finger (gross!) so he can access some secret Beekeeper stash and load up before going to the big call center in Boston.
So here’s where I have to lay out the convoluted plot. Do you wonder why Derek is such a big deal? Because his mother Jessica (Jemma Redgrave) is the President of the United States of America.
That’s right! Derek is some sort of Hunter Biden-type moron who used the technology created by his late father, some sort of data mining algorithm created with heavy intelligence agency aid to help figure out who in America was vulnerable and rich for Derek and his shell corporations to scam, with the money being funneled to his mother’s presidential campaign. It’s noted that Jessica Danforth self-funded her campaign, so she’s like Donald Trump in that regard, but strikes a more Hillary Clinton figure, just with actual warmth and humanity.
Garnett and others if his ilk work at these call centers to gather to the dough and funnel it to the Danforth campaign coffers. This is obviously illegal, but the President did not know this was what Derek was doing. So Derek is in a fight for his own life, and for the life of his mother’s administration.
So where are we? Ah, yes:
Clay is after Derek.
Verona and Wiley and the FBI are after ClY.
The Beekeepers were after Clay, but they tapped out after Anisette was killed. Who is the Beekeeper now? Who cares! We never see or hear from them again.
Pettis is standing in Clay’s way at the big call center in Boston.
Verona and Wiley are waiting for Clay in Boston.
So you know what this means: showdown in Boston!21
Once again, Clay makes a “I use smoke to smoke out the hornets” metaphor to some army dudes outside of the high-rise the call center is located in before beating them up, but not killing them, and entering the building. He does kill other cops and SWAT dudes though, who I think are bad guys. I don’t know. Clay’s moral compass seems pretty solid, but then he does stuff like this. I want to like you, Adam Clay, but then you do stuff like this!
So the guy in charge is this call center . . . hoo boy. He’s a real guido named Rico Anzalone (Enzo Cilenti) and he’s wearing a suit that just says “GOAT” all over it. As in, greatest of all time.
Say what you want about this movie, but it has style.
Rico also talks mostly in movie quotes, which is sneaky brilliant.
Anyway, Clay either kills Pettis and his squad before or after torturing Rico with a stapler into telling him who Derek’s mother is, and how far up the food chain the scam goes. Next stop: the President’s beach house, which looks to be either in Connecticut or Rhode Island, or maybe the Cape. Either way, clearly everything important happens in New England.
The President agrees to let Derek invite some of his friends, which explains why the party looks like a freak show. Also freaky: the mercenaries Westwyld hires to protect Derek, led by this Freddie Mercury/Bennett from Commando looking guy in a yellow jacket (get it?) named Lazarus (Taylor James).
Now this dude is wasted, as are all of his colorful cronies. Lazarus explains that he’s killed a Beekeeper once, but only due to luck, and he lost a leg in the bargain. So he’s rearing to fight one again. And he’ll get his chance because this is a school movie!
Clay infiltrates the party by masquerading as secret service. No, not this kind of secret service:
Or even this:22
But this kind who wears a uniform with the words “SECRET SERVICE” clearly emblazoned on the back:
I’m getting sick of saying it, but I love this movie so much.
I’ve spoiled most of the movie, but I won’t narrate the ending. Suffice it to say, it all comes together at the end, providing a conclusion that is mostly satisfying and leaves room open for a sequel. Please let there be a sequel, because this movie, while a total mess, was awesome and would’ve fit right in with the action classics of the mid-80s.
What I Would Have Changed
With a little tweaking, The Beekeeper could’ve gone from “so-bad-it’s-good” to actually good. Screenwriter Kurt Wimmer is obviously a creative guy,23 but this feels like a first draft. Here’s what this professional writer would have changed:
Fewer characters. Did we need Minnie Driver’s character at all, or even the deputy FBI director? Cut all that stuff out. They were basically there and then gone. Even Garnett was kind of pointless: the first 30-40 or so minutes of the movie deals with this minion before we even get to the main baddies. Why?
Tighter plot. The Beekeeper takes too long dealing with Garnett and his relationship with Derek and the President and the entire scheme. After the burning building part, the movie has to rev back up. Pettis and Lazarus were also kind of pointless, though Lazarus and his team were at least fun. Why not have Anisette be a persistent threat, chasing Clay as he chases Derek? She could lead a team against Clay and cut out these other characters. They felt like bosses in a video game, which is probably the way culture is going but that didn’t mean video game tropes translate into good movies.
Lean into the concept more. The Beekeeper concept is great! It’s a lot of fun. Yet Clay kills Anisette in like two minutes, and we barely see the Beekeepers for most of the movie. The Beekeeper wants to be John Wick, but see, the John Wick series really plays with the conceit of a secret society of assassins who live in a giant building in the middle of New York City. It uses this conceit to do stuff you can’t do in other movies. The Beekeeper by contrast doesn’t have that sense of uniqueness about it. It’s fun, but we’ve seen it before.
Play against type. Why did Verona have to be a predictable angry, mannish, unlikeable, chip-on-her-shoulder girlboss of color? Why not make her a super-smart and brave agent but be, I don’t know, a super girly-girl who dresses well, always has her hair done, and laments her broken nail after kicking ass? I don’t know, just something different and unexpected.
Stakes and urgency. You never fear for Clay because he’s basically invincible. He never really gets put into unwinnable situations, or spots where there are no good choices. And while I love Jason Statham, here he’s an invincible video game hero. Also, we don’t know what, if anything, will happen if Clay doesn’t get Derek now. Obviously, we want the bad guys to pay, but where’s the urgency? I keep referencing Commando, but that movie had stakes and urgency: if Dutch doesn’t get his daughter in time, she’ll be killed, and General Arius will escape to Val Verde. Here? We don’t know.
But anyway, nitpicks aside24 do I recommend The Beekeeper? Unequivocally yes. I plan on watching it again, as well as any sequels that may come out. What? I might be a snob, but I still know a good time when I see it.
A Note About Cultural Attitudes
Art always reflects the mood of the people. With the recent attempted assassination of Donald Trump, and a widespread air of hostility towards corrupt politicians and corporate interests who twist and break the law to enrich themselves at our expense, movies like The Beekeeper are quite cathartic. I mean, the top of the bad-guy pyramid is the President. Look at the effort expended to protect her evil son! Don’t they all deserve justice?
Of course they do. And sometimes the law isn’t enough, so extrajudicial measures must be taken. In Minecraft on film, of course. But do movies like this also influence people? Does art soften people up into thinking things like, “You know, I’d be okay with a clandestine group that holds the powerful to account.” What about that Civil War movie which posited it’s okay to murder a clear Donald Trump stand-in because Nazifascistwhitesupremacist? Is one man’s terrorist another’s freedom fighter? Will life imitate are?
Who knows. I’m no psychologist. But I do think the stories and art we imbibe affect our thoughts and behavior more than über-libertarians and liberals want to admit. Do I think The Beekeeper is a dangerous movie? No, but it does certainly reflect the mood on the street towards our supposed ruling class in Washington and elsewhere: nobody likes you.
I take it back: The Beekeeper is dangerous because now we’ll have to worry about kids trying to set each other on fire with honey. Thanks a lot, Hollywood!
- Alexander
This movie ruled. My writing does, too, though it doesn’t Beekeeper-level rule. Then again, what does? Anyway, if you like this post, check out my books on Amazon, and toss a few drachmas into the tip jar over at Buy Me A Coffee. Thank you and PROTECT THE HIVE! I mean, God bless.
And are also technically not considered to be very good, but the people who say these movies aren’t any good are wrong.
But they sure are in the colloquial sense: “ a movie that costs little money to make and that is usually not considered to be very good.”
Is it just me, or is the audio on that movie horrendous?
Hutcherson played one of the good guys in the Hunger Games films, but in otherwise don’t think I’ve seen another movie he’s been in. He is in fine scene-chewing form here though. I loved his performance.
Including some ancient Egyptian sources of dubious authenticity.
Us 80s kids will also remember that quicksand, the Bermuda Triangle, and the hole in the ozone layer, were also supposed to kill us all. And yet we remain.
I mean, what? There is a single password everyone has to every single account? I love this movie.
I can’t remember if he breaks in or had a key or whatever.
Man, if there’s anyone who can write unlikeable protagonists, it’s Judd Apatow.
To Statham’s credit, he comes across as genuinely gutted by Ms. Parker’s death.
We actually establish later that Ms. Parker favored her son, a veteran who perished in one of America’s imperial adventures in the Middle East.
Spoiler: there are no nightclubs in this movie.
My son was getting tired of me commenting on all of the skyline shots, telling him “That’s not Boston.” That’s right: they didn’t even use establishing shots of the Boston skyline. This movie rules.
I love how he signs in!
This movie is so crazy. Also crazy: Jeremy Irons’ accent. Dude is British but he’s return to sound like a genteel southerner, I think, but ends up speaking in the accent of a hitherto undiscovered human civilization. I love it.
It doesn’t matter how they figured this out; just roll with it.
Great name!
Much like Highlanders, there can be only one. For reasons that are never explained.
See https://www.slashfilm.com/1412312/beekeeper-trailer-is-honey-flammable/ for people even nerdier than me testing this out.
Again, “Boston.”
It is never too soon for such jokes on this blog.
And has excellent physiognomy:
If you can consider this gigantic post a “nitpick.”
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