Box Office Breakdown! Thor Drops But Still Brings the Love and Thunder! Minions Holds! And More!

Suddenly Susan July 18, 2022 Box Office Breakdown, Suddenly Susan 1 Comment

Thor Love and Thunder clung to the number one spot with a thunderous drop in revenue. Minions: The Rise of Gru remained loyal at number two. Newcomer Where the Crawdads Sing opened respectfully at number three. Top Gun: Maverick was still flying high at number four. With the exception of Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris entering the chart, the remaining list stayed the same.

Until next time, happy movie going and be nice to each other!

Recommended viewing: Green Lantern

1 Thor: Love and Thunder $46,000,000 $233,271,136 Walt Disney Studios

2 Minions: The Rise of Gru $26,000,495 $262,568,000 Universal Pictures

3 Where the Crawdads Sing $17,000,000 $17,000,000 Sony Pictures

4 Top Gun: Maverick $12,000,000 $617,962,568 Paramount Pictures

5 Elvis $7,600,000 $106,200,000 Warner Bros.

6 Paws of Fury: The Legend of Hank $6,250,000 $6,250,000 Paramount Pictures

7 The Black Phone $5,310,000 $72,046,175 Universal Pictures

8 Jurassic World Dominion $4,950,000 $359,709,000 Universal Pictures

9 Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris $1,900,000 $1,900,000 Focus Features

10 Lightyear $1,300,000 $115,498,750 Walt Disney Studios

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Wanda July 18, 2022

Oh Susan,

I know what you’re doing right now. Pinging for the bereavement of our souls. Plotting the joy and conquest of your life and putting it inside a small heart shaped box that you tuck inside your tummy. Oh…

The quest is coming and I just had to tune in and let you know that I’ve called the sea turtles and chickens. I rode the turtles out to the middle of the lake and while there I skipped over the Lilly-pads licking the dew off my sun kissed neck. Oh yes, it was a sight.

The quest time is upon you and and you bravely fight the ignoramuses and evil doers of the world, I can only sit idly by and do spells, chants and dances for your success. I killed a chicken and bathed in it’s blood that you would be successful but more than you I want the Bohunk to be well. He may be dastardly but he’s the handsomest man I have ever seen. A Bohunk by any other name is just a Bohunk.

But Susan, I know what you’re going to say, “That’s all well and good Wanda but I AM SUDDENLY SUSAN and it’s about me!” I know. Our love transcends the annals of time, space and forever. I will know your touch. With every dew drop that trickles down my naked body as I roll around the grassy knoll, I feel you. One day, I will see you gaze up on my chin and reach out ever so slightly. I’ll back away coyly and you’ll try to grab me as I shoo you away with a whisp of my hand.

I’ll blush, you’ll chortle and then, we will bust out into song. Song after song will tell the story of our love. But the Bohunk makes three.

Oh, how I give it all for your quest. I send blessing to you and Bohunk. I’ll kill a chicken everyday, and eat it up for your success.

Now Susan, you must listen to me. The Minstrel is evil. He plays his trusty bassoon and the sounds that emanate from his instruments are like a demonic revelry. I still dance of course and remove my top so my bosom bounces in the moonlight glow. They reflect in the light and I like to dance naked. I know Susan, I know. Oh…

Be careful. That Minstrel will steal your soul and make you weep. I can not be there to catch your tears and drink them all up.

I do like to lick.

I know it’s been a long long time since I’ve audibly put down my thoughts, but Susan. It was necessary. I’ve started new. I thought starting over meant I had to take my own life, but it’s not. Oh yay.

The Bearded One is not your comrade, he is your soul’s mantra. Stroke him.

Some bits of housekeeping:

I have decided to no long expel waste. I am trying to grow a Poo Baby. I want one so bad. My husband wants to name is Blintz, but I say no! And as the Poo Baby grows inside my body, I will mold the Poo Baby like dough. I will Never of course tell Poo Baby, it’ was a Poo Baby but if it slips out, I can just put it back together again. Obviously, this is where my attention lies now. Not on you Susan. But on Poo Baby.

Your jealousy can be heard through the miles. Oh Susan… You are a tender lot.

I will now be saying goodbye. The quest is upon us all.

I will stroke Poo Baby for you.

And dance Susan… Dance… I will be dancing for the Bohunk’s success. His success is your success. I will also drink the Dew from the evergreen trees. Oh Susan… how I miss thee…