From The Man Who Wrote 1976's Best Picture Screenplay...

 Although nobody except me could ever be aware of it, this blog, like an ice-berg, is only ten percent visible.
 Hidden in the "drafts" section, there are usually half a dozen pieces that never make it to the light of day, because I struggle to find a through-line; I struggle to find a coherent message that justifies their inclusion.
 Granted, quite often I'll get drunk and publish them anyway, which I hope goes some way to explaining the often-patchy logic around here.
 This brings me to something I read today. I can't find anything to say about it, I can't make it part of a bigger picture, I can't really do ANYTHING with it, so I'm just going to hang it out here, all pink and naked for the world to see.
 Below, please find Sly Stallone's recent post about the upcoming and inevitable Expendables 3.

 "We are preparing the film with the same passion and commitment as the previous two. We have confirmed Nicolas Cage, a master actor who gives a veneer intellectual group. Hopefully we can realize to Harrison Ford, Wesley Snipes and Mickey Rourke. That is the great mission of the producer. We will continue with the same narrative scheme, the agility and the frenzy, which are inherent to the saga. What will definitely be the last? I can not guarantee. In principle it would be two deliveries, but the affection of the people encouraged us to work on a third. I guess as long as we amused ourselves by offering fun and people, we can continue playing 'The Expendables'. For now we are not as expendable as it should and as some critics want."

 I'm not sure what any of that means. At all.
 It could mean that, shockingly, thirty years of injecting elephant hormones into your neck has an adverse effect on the brain.
 It could mean that Sly's secretary had a stroke right around the phrase "previous two," but soldiered on with the dictation anyway.
 It could mean that sending messages via Siri is not a good idea for someone who mumbles as much as Sly does.
 It could mean that Stallone's hair plugs have finally reached his brain and are playing merry hell with his sentence construction.
 Or it could just be more evidence of my long held theory that anything involving Nicholas Cage automatically turns to shit.
 Incidentally: Nicholas Cage?!
 Seems like they were out of A-grade action stars to recruit, so they had to go for the B's.
 Not the B's!
 NOT THE B'S! AAAAGH!!