Kaitlin Olson – a non-singer who can carry a tune surprisingly well, though her execution is inconsistent, with a tendency to come (”Frank’s Little Beauties”) and go (”The Gang Turns Black,” the live version of “The Nightman Cometh”)
Glenn Howerton – a trained singer who’s out of practice and who thus can be wildly impressive in short bursts (”The Gang Gets Quarantined,” ”The Gang Turns Black”) but whose voice was very obviously shot to hell after several months of live touring and barely survived the filmed version of “The Nightman Cometh: Live!”
Danny DeVito – a non-singer with an innate sense of rhythm and a willingness to practice and learn, which makes him a solidly dependable musical performer as long as he’s given the right music (”The Nightman Cometh,” “The Gang Turns Black”)
Rob McElhenney – a non-singer. Period. Sorry, Rob. We love you anyway.
Charlie Day – not a singer, per se, but something even better: a musician, with perfect pitch, who can make his voice do anything at all. His lack of specific vocal training is evident in his singing, but it’s hard to dwell on this when he’s, say, hitting and sustaining a high C for two whole bars (rehearsal footage for “The Nightman Cometh,” “The Gang Tries Desperately to Win an Award”), or whipping out a harmonica for a long solo and then switching immediately back into belting with perfect breath control (”The Nightman Cometh: Live!”). His singing ability is all the more astonishing for how lightly he carries it: does he even know how good he is? If Glenn Howerton could play the harmonica, Dennis would be whipping out the harmonica every other episode and we’d never hear the end of it; whereas Charlie does it only in “The Nightman Cometh: Live!” and plays it off as a goofy joke rather than a hidden talent he’s been sitting on for years. What else is he secretly capable of? May we all take such vanity-free joy in our natural abilities as Charlie Day.
you ever think about the fact that in the wreck it ralph universe ten years off from the movie theres probably someone posting on a forum like “does ANYONE remember the character king candy from the game sugar rush????? my local arcade used to have him but one day he stopped showing up in the roster and none of my friends remember him from their versions”
someone datamines an old sugar rush console and finds nothing about king candy and everyone who frequented litwaks is deeply perturbed by their collective memory
the entire concept of ‘going turbo’ makes basically every video game creepypasta true
wreck it ralph is secretly a movie about polybius
King Candy is basically the Candle Cove of videogames.
Hi no I just read that link and that is INFINITELY more terrifying than what this post was talking about what the FUCK
Lol I can’t believe some of y’all still haven’t heard of candle cove
not to #resist fun but an app like snapchat which digitally “enhances” the photos you take of yourself inevitably leads to greater dissatisfaction w your actual face in the same way that photoshopped images in media increase body dissatisfaction, but actually worse than that bc it’s an unrealistically enhanced version of you and therefore harder to dismiss or ignore
androidboy 