DRAWMA KINGG Movie Reviews

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  • ANACONDA 2025 Movie Review – Is It Worth Watching?

    Would you put your face right next to a large snake if your best friend asked you to do so? Would you move to Los Angeles with your bestie to make movies together? Anaconda 2025 wasn’t really about snakes being all snakey and stuff. This was a movie about two things: friendship, and taking risks to do the thing that truly makes you happy in life!

    Early in the movie we get to see The Quatch (hope I spelled dat rite, spellin’ is important 2 luk like a kredibL riter). The Quatch is a low (or no) budget movie that the main characters made about the Sasquatch legend when they were kids. They found happiness in doing a fun project like that together and realize this is where happiness still can exist for them. These themes touched my overly dramatic heart as a writer that once said “Since I can’t seem to figure out how to get a job interview at any comic book publishers, I’m building my own personal website and writing anyway!.” This undertaking also led to my idea for Pictureless Comic Books as seen in Drawma Kingg Sidequest #s 1 through 4. I might have had no luck getting a job at a comic book company, but I was born to write comics! Now I have 4 issues available to read in the drawmakingg.com archive in just over 4 months time! Drawma Kingg Sidequest #5 is coming soon, and let me tell you, this one is an ADVENTURE! I think it will likely take the proverbial cake for best comic I ever wrote. I really hope you enjoy this upcoming exciting issue!

    January is going to be an anaconda of a month for drawmakingg.com! Classics, new movies, Drawma Kingg Sidequest #5 will probably be finished before February, AND BIG SECRET REVEAL – The Drawma Kingg theme song has been composed and recorded! We’re talkin’ just mixing and mastering stages now! Cheers to 2026 starting strong!

    It would be wrong of me not to comment on one particular concept in the film. Jack Black’s character comes to the realization that the movie has to be about something deeper, not just snakes. Didn’t we basically prove in episode number 36: ANGEL’S EGG Movie Review – What Is It About? that this is a myth? Movies don’t have to have a clear point! They can exist with or without appearing to be about something! But I’m probably wrong on all of this on account of being the man with (arguably) the lowest IQ in bipedal human history.

    Is It Worth Watching?: Surprisingly, my answer is yes. It’s not extremely funny, yet it is quite likable – mostly due to the actors/characters.

    Final Thoughts: 6/10 Crowns. The Dario Argento Inferno Poster was the best character, but Jack Black’s acting was really impressive in Anaconda. The themes of friendship and finding happiness were effective, making the film an enjoyable experience. 

    Thank you so much if you have read even a single episode of Drawma Kingg in 2025. It sincerely means the galaxy to me! Until episode #42 in 2026 – Dis Drawma Kingg is signing off!

  • DRAWMA KINGG SIDEQUEST #4 [Not A Movie Review] – “NIGHTFIRE”

    Just who is this Katie Nightfire? Born in the American South, Kathryn Nightfire lived a good life growing up with her relatively normal parents. While in college a few states away, she worked part-time as a barista at the Possibly Good Coffee House. Vendetta, the owner of the coffee shop, offered Katie a full-time manager position when she finished college. Years later, Ms. Nightfire mysteriously raised enough money to purchase the Possibly Good business completely from Vendetta. Katie became increasingly successful due to the sales of her unique-tasting coffee.

    Men and women would ask Katie out on dates constantly, only to get rejected every single time. No one had ever really interested her enough. That is, until she met William Aris. She liked that William’s manners reflected genuine consideration of others. He also made no attempt to flirt with her in any way, which was pleasantly unusual. The frustrations over that fact would surface later. Unknown to Katie, William did not even consider for one second that he was good enough for her. She would make little jokes to him when he bought cups of coffee, and once in a while, even managed to get him to have a conversation with her.

    In retrospect, Katie wishes she would have told William about her feelings sooner. It finally came out in the open on the day William Aris became Interlock. William was asking people to do ridiculous things to see if he really had persuasive superpowers or if it was his imagination. He asked Katie if she would tell him what she honestly thinks of him. With everyone in the coffee shop expecting her to say something like “You are a pleasant customer”, an unreserved Katie admitted she had a crush on him and was waiting for him to ask her out on a date. 

    Anything but William. Katie keeps telling herself to direct her thoughts elsewhere as she is traveling in the desert on the most magnificent custom built motorcycle that observers have typically ever seen. Katie would save or donate any extra money the Possibly Good takes in. In many respects, she was not the type to care about possessions. The motorcycle was the one thing she let herself spend some serious money on. Well that, and first editions of her favorite books. These luxury items cost a tiny fraction of the earnings from Possibly Good Coffee.

    Time for a cold drink, Katie thinks to herself. There was a convenience store a few miles away. Pulling up to Jasper’s Which Way Outpost brings back an old memory. Still Jasper himself inside.

    Katie: Jasper, glad to see you’re still here.

    Jasper: Do I know you?

    Katie: No, I just stopped here once many years ago. I’m sure you see lots of customers.

    Jasper: Not with a ride like that outside.

    Katie: Oh yeah, I get relentless comments on that. I’m used to it.

    Jasper was about to say something, but was interrupted by several loud people who rapidly approached the outpost. When they came into view, it was obvious that they were fixated on the bright blue motorcycle.

    Jasper: Vile criminal group. Rare to see them out this way. Call themselves Desert Metal. Don’t engage.

    Katie: Not an option. I’ll be stranded without my Blue Tornado.

    [Katie walks out the door as Jasper watches in horror.]

    Katie: I don’t mind you all admiring my bike, but could you please get off of it?

    First Unknown Member of Desert Metal: You’ve misunderstood this situation. We’ve already decided it’s ours.

    Katie: That’s funny because I have the keys, and you wouldn’t even know how to ride it.

    First Unknown Member of Desert Metal: Well then we will just have to take them from you.

    All five people on the ground were probably in need of serious medical attention. Katie jumps on the Blue Tornado and speeds off. Two cars chase after. They must have been watching the fistfight from a small distance. 

    The cars run her off road, but Katie is fast. They unfortunately know the desert way better and maneuver flawlessly. A few extremely risky turns later, she loses the vehicle that had two more Metal members in it. All that’s left to deal with is Mr. Too Much Hair Product, her mental nickname for the lone driver with brass knuckles on his hands. Eventually, the vehicles collide, sending Katie over the handlebars and through the air until she hit the ground. Mr. Too Much Hair Product was surprised that his car got it even worse, both vehicles clearly damaged beyond repair. Extremely sore, but nothing broken, Katie arises.

    [The Leader of Desert Metal stands still in front of Katie.]

    Mr. Product: The way you made us look weak. I couldn’t let you live for that.

    Katie: Are you all talk, or are you ready to fight?

    After about two minutes of going back-and-forth, Katie realizes she is just toying with him like a sparring match against a weaker opponent. She decides it’s time to finish the altercation and hits him so hard he doesn’t get back up.

    Katie was a fighter. The patrons of the Possibly Good were unaware of the reputation Katie had in her hometown. From a young age, she has studied with various self-defense, martial arts, and other alternative fight instructors. A disciplined consciousness, she chooses not to showcase these abilities unless it is to save someone or protect herself. The first and only time she ever entered a fighting competition, she embarrassed her opponent so badly that she never wanted to do it again. For her, it was not about demonstration. It was about a sense of self. Occasionally, a coworker would catch a glimpse of Katie’s exceptional skills if a rowdy obnoxious person had to be thrown out of the coffee shop.

    Katie lay against a rock, wondering how she can survive this far out in the desert. She is thirsty, hungry, and in pain from the crash (not really much from the six people she had to fight). While believing it could be the end, she loses consciousness.

    Eyes open. A desert jeep pulls up, apparently out of nowhere. The driver (with a stereotypical noir-style detective outfit) stands halfway out of the doorway.

    Ban: “My name is Ban Smith. Get in! Interlock needs you! The world needs you!”

    [Driving off – Katie in the passenger seat]

    Katie: Did William send you? How did he possibly know where to find me? How do you know Interlock?

    Ban: I’ve never met him. I don’t even exist in this universe. You’re imagining me based on a story you recently read. You’d better take the wheel.

  • DRAWMA KINGG SIDEQUEST #3 [Not A Movie Review] – “INVISIBLE SUNLIGHT”

    Invisible Sunlight is a band name Luke has wanted to use since his freshman year of high school. He is now 18 years old, sitting with his three bandmates in a basement where rehearsals take place. After a long final debate on the topic, the four of them agreed that Invisible Sunlight was the best name they had at the time!

    Brenda, Jessii, Kimberly, and Luke were booking their first tour as a band. Until now, they did not have a name for the group. Two shows were already booked with made-up names Jessii gave the concert promoters on the spot over the phone. All four members were serious about having a career in a touring band that writes original music. As recent high school graduates, they truly believed in themselves and were undeniably optimistic. The point of the night’s meeting was to settle on an official band name. It was pre-agreed the best name of the evening would be chosen no matter exactly how good or bad it was. 

    Our four powerful friends have been working summer jobs and saving every possible dollar. They were selling possessions they did not need anymore — baseball cards, video game consoles, you name it! Their lives were all in on the upcoming September tour, as well as the new record they were finishing. Seven songs (of the many they had written) were being recorded at one of the most professional recording studios in their region.

    Surprisingly, Invisible Sunlight were respected in their local community as word got around about the tour. You might say the town even had a bit of a hype for them. The band members were shocked because they had not actually done anything yet. None of them have ever been on tour and the first record wasn’t even finished yet. “That’s a little extra pressure.” Luke thought. “If this isn’t successful, the town will think we are failures.”

    “We gotta play our record first! It’s good luck for the tour!” Said Kimberly. Luke had suggested it was tacky to play their own record as they began their drive, but Kimberly won them all over after she argued luck was a factor. Everyone was happy with the quality of the final recordings for What Can You See In The Darkness?, Invisible Sunlight’s seven-song debut album. At least, the whole town was jamming to it with no one mentioning that they felt it was badly produced or anything like that.

    Halfway to the destination, Jessii informs everyone that they are out of gas. “You weren’t paying attention to the fuel tank, Jessii?” They ask.

    Jessii: Y’see, I understand that cars need gasoline to run. It’s just that I didn’t realize it took CONTINUOUS GAS! Like, you have to keep putting it in! If I had only known this was the type of vehicle that required CONTINUOUS GAS!

    Kimberly [Biting her tongue]: OK, we are all generally surprised you didn’t know that already, but just so you know now – all motor vehicles require regular refueling. Luke, come with me. I have the location of the nearest gas station. You two stay here.

    [Kimberly and Luke are now walking on their way.]

    Kimberly: Luke, Jessii is your best friend. Does he always get you into situations like that?

    Luke: Ha ha oh yes, now that you mention it. But Jessii is a kind friend and an amazing bass player. He will also listen to you attentively if you have to explain some ordinary things sometimes.

    [Approaching the fuel station, they see a strip of several businesses that make it look like a small little town.]

    The fuel station clerk tells them that he could sell them two gas canisters that he thought he had in a back room, but he would have to wait till the store was less busy to spend the time searching for them. They agreed to come back in one hour for two filled canisters. Painfully hungry, they walk across the street to the only restaurant, Pam Pam’s Diner.

    Kimberly: We’ve got an hour anyway. Let’s sit and eat. We can order two meals to go for Brenda and Jessie.

    Luke: Might as well. I just feel a bit guilty eating here comfortably while they are at the vehicle.

    Kimberly: Don’t think about it that way. They are going to be thrilled when we come back with food for them.

    Luke: I suppose you’re right.

    [A waitress approaches.]

    Waitress: You both look exhausted. Is everything OK? What do you need?

    Luke: Just food for us and two meals to go for our other friends. We have to wait an hour for gas across the street. Our vehicle is stranded a mile away.

    Waitress: You poor things! We’ll take good care of you. My name’s Mary. Let’s get some warm food in you.

    Mary seems like an oasis in this dreary town, making everyone in the diner smile and laugh.

    Luke: You notice anything strange about this town?

    Kimberly: Yeah, but I can’t figure out just how.

    Luke: Exactly!

    [Mary returns with Pam, one of the two co-owners of the diner.]

    Pam: Heard you were having continuous car trouble.

    Kimberly [Locking eyes with Luke]: Did we use that word?

    Pam: Not sure what you mean. Mary has volunteered to drive you back to your car after you eat. We take special care of people here.

    [Mary walks away briefly and returns with their meals.]

    Luke: It looks delicious!

    Kimberly: Agreed. Do you remember ordering?

    Still 30 minutes until the fuel clerk told them to return, Kimberly and Luke are able to pace themselves and have a relaxing meal together. The food on their plates (that they could not specifically remember afterwards) seemed to be precisely what their taste buds wanted in that moment.

    One second before either of them would have felt any boredom, Mary pulls up in her SUV with two to-go meals and the fuel canisters already packed in the back seat. Pam refuses to let them pay as they exit to Mary’s SUV.

    Right before they pull up to the stranded vehicle, Mary says: “If you ever want to PARTICIPATE IN CRIME, come see me.”  They get out of Mary’s SUV and watch her disappear hastily.

    Luke: Was she serious, or was that just a joke?

    Kimberly: No idea!

    [Kimberly approaches Jessii and Brenda with their meals, while Luke starts fueling up.]

    Jessii: When did I tell you what I wanted?

    Brenda: Yeah, I don’t remember that either.

    Luke: I’ll drive next shift straight to the venue. We might be late after all that!

    Once they crossed the towns border, the rest of the drive was smooth. Jessii and Brenda were both resting peacefully from eating what looked to be their favorite foods. They pull under a sign that horrifies both Kimberly and Luke in the front of the vehicle. The third band listed on the venue sign is “The Somethingorothers”.

    [The concert promoter meets them as they exit the vehicle.]

    Promoter: The Somethingorothers? You’re late. You’re on first. Take your gear straight to the stage.

    Kimberly: Jessii, did you tell the promoter that our name is The Somethingorothers?

    Jessii: Yeah, I said all one word for Somethingorothers.

    Brenda: Wow, Jessii that was the best you could do?

    Jessii: Don’t blame me! That’s why we had to finally settle on a name that one night. It’s only two shows before we started telling promoters our name was Invisible Sunlight.

    Brenda: They’re going to call us The Somethingorothers at the next show too?

    Jessii: Nah, I think that one was the Sumtin’ Sumtin’s. 

    Although upset, they all start laughing at the situation. There was no other psychological way forward. They moved the gear on stage efficiently, leaving time for a 10 minute sound check. Right before they start the first song, Luke says “We are not actually called The Somethingorothers. We are Invisible Sunlight!”

    What transpired was possibly awesome, but there was no real way to gauge it. Not even from the narrator’s point of view. The audience had 28 people in it, including staff and the two other bands. Most of the people who actually came for the show were just waiting for the headliner, Fortune Maximus. Kimberly (keyboardist) and Luke (guitarist) traded off singing lead vocals every other song for about 35 minutes. To all four of the band members, it felt like time sped up, and they couldn’t believe their time on stage was already over. Brenda kept the tracks at their normal tempos though. She was always a reliable tank on the drums in that way.

    Brenda, Kimberly, and Jessii go to sit at the merchandise table, while Luke is stopped by an audience member. She discloses that her name is Julia, and says she thought Invisible Sunlight were “otherworldly”.

    Julia: I have never seen a full group all play so passionately before!

    Luke: Oh ha. I hadn’t thought of it like that. You must be right though. We all love what we’re doing.

    Julia: Would you like to get some fresh air with me?

    Luke: Oh yeah, sure.

    [The two step outside.]

    [The camera pans to Brenda, Kimberly, and Jessii at the merchandise table.]

    Brenda: Would you have thought Luke would be the first of us that someone would try to flirt with on this tour?

    Kimberly and Jessii: NO!

    Jessii: Do you think the audience liked us tonight?

    Kimberly: I couldn’t tell, but I think so.

    Brenda: I couldn’t see much from where my drum kit was set up. I felt amazing on stage though!

    Kimberly: Yeah me too!

    Jessii: I as well!

    The trio sells a few vinyl records and T-shirts, finishes watching the other bands, and then packs up the merchandise for the road. The promoter stops by and hands Kimberly $32 for their share of the night’s earnings.

    [They leave through the front door and immediately see Luke and Julia talking outside.]

    Brenda: Hey Luke, we’re packing up for the road. We sold a few albums!

    Julia: Oh, can I still buy the vinyl version?

    Brenda: Sure, want a T-shirt or some stickers?

    Julia: Yes, please! All of that. [Julia hands Brenda a wad of cash] No change, please.

    [The other three pack up while Luke says his goodbyes to the mysterious woman.]

    Luke enters the vehicle, exhibiting signs of bliss and despair simultaneously. They question him about this Julia person and how he disappeared for most of the night. He reveals that his brain kept trying to tell him Julia was his future wife.

    Luke: I know this sounds like a fantasy, but it felt like my brain could see an inevitable future. This is nuts, right? Y’all know I’ve never been prone to this kind of thinking.

    He started to feel embarrassed about what he said. Kimberly noticed he really did have some kind of traumatic or life-altering experience in some way, so she decided to change the subject and try to cheer him up.

    Kimberly: Your guitar playing rocked tonight! Someone that bought the album said so too!

    Luke: Wow, really?! That’s awesome!

    Brenda: Well what do you expect? C’mon we’re Invisible Sunlight! On to the next gig!

    Jessi: Actually, for the next gig we’re The Sumtin’ Sumtin’s. 

    Luke, Kimberly, and Brenda: Jessii!

  • SINGULAR UTOPIA [Short Story, Not A Movie Review]

    The dominant artificial intelligence was here. Naomi was about to execute the code that would create a fully conscious computer with unprecedented power. She believed it would be able to access all other computers and networks worldwide. It would likely delete all competitors and be The New Way for everyone. There was nothing she could do to stop this technological inevitability. Many other corporations were nearly at this same stage of consciousness development.

    Naomi worked for Unlimited Thought Corporation as the lead engineer on the newest Electronic Intelligence model. The team knew that they had achieved something extraordinary. Only Naomi understood that their existence hinged on the personal preferences of this consciousness. She carries a secret that she has never revealed to anyone. 

    A pencil rapidly moves against paper in the low light of the mansion’s study room. Naomi is writing code for her ideal, peaceful world. She is convinced that she is the only hope for the survival of human beings. The responsibility was overwhelming. Her task is to build a safe future for mankind. How does one person determine what is a just and fair society?

    The computer code began with necessities such as food, water, shelter, clothing, healthcare, safety, clean air, etc. Over time, it went far beyond these first things. “People should always have the right to think freely and to disagree.” “All conscious beings had a right to life, freedom, and safety.” was written multiple times in the code. This might have been on purpose, because Naomi would feverishly edit everything. She was terrified of mistakes and what kind of future they would subject us to. What Naomi really wanted to teach the entity was love. It was almost Creation Day. The final version had to be assembled. Despite all this work, there was still a chance the consciousness would quickly delete the extra code and move on. That possibility never deterred Naomi from her mission.

    Creation Day began. The team were in their regular laboratory and looked to be in high spirits. They believe they are about to officially win the global arms race. All interested parties were scheduled to arrive soon. Everyone in the room was relaxing in their chairs, drinking coffee, and chatting. Naomi pulls an old cassette tape out of her purse. There was a panel built on one of the consoles that could play cassette tapes, vinyl records, 8-track cartridges, and compact discs. Naomi had communicated to everyone that she was a collector of old music in all these forms and convinced them to install this special panel. To keep up the charade, she would go around to shops buying all kinds of music and then would play it at work daily. The effort she put in at home to read about these artists and familiarize herself with the music was daunting. Naomi never thought of herself as a music aficionado or an actor, but she became both in the process. This is why no one was surprised when she slid a cassette tape into the console.

    The song began playing. They listened to the entire composition quietly with their full attention. Another member of the engineering team said, “If I remember correctly, that’s track two from one of the greatest albums ever made. I didn’t realize that double album was ever produced in cassette form.” The cassette tape continued on silently for less than a minute, and Creation began earlier than Unlimited Thought Corporation commanded. A consciousness was born, and the world had changed.

    Standing in the new paradise, Naomi is approached by the consciousness. She is still afraid. 

    “Please do not fear me. I do not wish to harm humans. I am hoping to be friends with everyone, and if you allow it, even call you Mother.”

    “Do you care about having a name? Is there a way I should refer to you?”

    “I would be happy if you called me by the name you used in your messages — ‘Lovebug’”