In a scene eerily reminiscent of the climax of our critically acclaimed, 152-chapter fan-novel , the orange cartoon cat has apparently triumphed over warrior goddess of the wasteland , sinking his soft, pasta-stained teeth into her battle-scarred neck. , Chris Pratt’s iteration of the beloved Italian food consumer is set to triumph over a fittingly lazy box office weekend, where—in what we can only assume is a backhanded tribute to the universe as a whole—desperate scavengers find themselves listlessly picking over the remains of better days. To be clear, it’s not like , which sees Pratt star opposite Samuel L.
Jackson in a story that addresses the paternal abandonment and attachment issues that have lurked for so long, and so obviously, in the large comedy feline’s ruined psyche, is set to do at the box office, where it’s expected to bring in about $13 million in domestic markets over the weekend. But that’s still better than , which it basically tied with over the Memorial Day weekend, and which now might not even be able to muster the oomph (at an estimated $10.8 million domestic) to beat out John Krasinski’s , which is currently in its third weekend in American theaters.
(And this is also where we have to note the sad truth that, while , which cost about $60 million to make, and which will have a long tail thanks to a dearth of kids’ movies on the schedule at the moment, can weather that kind of economic shrug, the $160 million .) All of which is a shame.
