Maybe your favorite movie doesn’t suck.
Rather than being a numbing morass of brainless candy, pop culture (video games, TV, etc.) is instead a stimulating experience that requires active participation on the part of the audience.
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Rather than being a numbing morass of brainless candy, pop culture (video games, TV, etc.) is instead a stimulating experience that requires active participation on the part of the audience.
Don’t mind me, just whining about class. No, not “class,” “class.” Eh, you know what I mean.
It’s a neat trick, taking characters who can only be described as “unsympathetic jerks” and making them not only objects of fun, but of affection.
I had totally forgotten that today was to be the “official” launch date for the site until I heard a plug for it on the radio.
It’s terrible, being relieved that your favorite team’s season is over.
My review of Dope Farmer is now up at PopMatters.
The competitive argument against selling virtual assets seems to be that it puts players who aren’t willing to spend extra cash at a disadvantage against players that are; the only way to make up for this disadvantage is to spend hours and hours grinding your way to the top. Personally, I think that any game in which competition and success can be boiled down to a “time = money” equation is not a fun game.
My poor, tendinitis-riddled hands just cannot deal with this constant strain.
Josh reads way too much into simple business transactions.
I didn’t think it was possible, but Season 2 of Alias actually makes Season 1 look straightforward and sensible.
A few things I plan on keeping in mind the next time I invite people into my home.
Mashing never did a thing for me when pinned up against a wall, or when floating in the air during one of those long juggling combos that Tekken is famous (infamous?) for.
Hearing Beck’s spacey voice swaddled in the SID’s sound isn’t a nostalgia trip, it’s what pop music should sound like.
It’s profoundly weird to watch a revival of a show that went off the air fifteen years ago, and was more than a quarter of a century old when that happened.
I’ve never been to a funeral. I don’t have a car. These facts don’t prevent me from enjoying The Arcade Fire’s first LP, Funeral.
This movie may mark the first time in years that Bruce Willis has played a character that’s anywhere near his actual age.
I’m still trying to figure out whether it’s a good or bad thing that one of their main influences seems to be The Human League.
There’s nothing like an overdose of saccharine kitsch to knock a guy out of a too-good mood.
Mates of State makes joyous, full-throated, big-hearted music, and it’s a wonderful thing to hear.
The propulsive rhythms and laminated production are no longer at odds, but combine to create a sense of clarity and urgency, of an understanding of what’s wanted and a desperate desire to pursue it.
It’s spring, people, and I am giddy. Giddy!
Its lack of features is a strength rather than a drawback.
The New York Times has a brief blurb on the New Games Journalism.
My review of NBA Street V3 is up at PopMatters.