The Very Best Stuff
Before the Bitch Flicks hiatus, I wrote many more words about my love for Moonlight, which you can find on their site, now (external link).
In which I break my self-imposed boycott on Fifty Shades of Grey long enough to question everything I know about porn (external link).
I review Starless Dreams as part of the Human Rights Watch Film Festival coverage at Bitch Flicks (external link).
On the Perfection of Choosing Your Own Hardboiled Detective in The Wolf Among Us and the Weirdness of Ogling His Boss
The detective genre may be the perfect complement to Telltale’s game design formula. At the very least, it’s a much better match than the Pretend You’re Getting Tortured by a Guy from Game of Thrones genre.
Over at Bitch Flicks, I’m surprised by my own emotions as I watch the premiere episode of Fuller House (external link).
I worked all day Saturday and then it turned out the new movie on TMN was this. That’s how I got stuck watching it.
In the lead-up to Witcher 3, Steam was selling Witcher 2 for $5, so welcome to my review of Witcher 2, a game that I like even though it kind of hated me.
Yes, everyone thinks Game of Thrones is awesome, but, in retrospect, the first episode may have been the most awesome of all.
Just in time for the fourth game in the Arkham series, I got around to playing the first one.
This is the rare example of a time travel movie that follows its own rules and ends up being worse for it.
I finally had a chance to read The Magician’s Land, the third and final instalment in Lev Grossman’s Magicians trilogy, and it was amazing, and perfect, and wonderful, and I never wanted it to end, and I have nothing bad to say about it at all.
After procrastinating for literally ten years, I have finally watched two of Hayao Miyazaki’s best-loved films. Basically, it’s the same movie twice, but one time it’s about humility, and one time it’s about aging. Both times, it’s also about how people are more than one way.
Thanks to a time-sucking demon called Netflix, I can now revisit my favourite childhood TV show and feel judgemental toward it.
I write about Snowpiercer, The Cabin in the Woods and the unspeakable horror of moral decision-making over at Bright Lights Film Journal (external link).
I write about watching social structures collapse on Game of Thrones, over at PopMatters (external link).
Ripped straight from my recurring nightmares, The Stanley Parable is a videogame about a sentient videogame that hates you and tries to screw you over as you play. It’s equal parts funny and creepy, and it shows how you can take a very simple idea and build something layered and thought-provoking out of it.
I would call this a TV binge, but there’s really not enough of it for that. It’s more like a TV snack. It took four and half hours to watch and I kind of… didn’t like it as much as the first two series?
I’ve been thinking really hard about this, internet, and here’s what I’ve got: True Detective is about climbing into a bathtub with a philosophy major who skimmed the required reading, where both of you get high while he tells you the meaning of life, and you’re like, “Dude, you’re so pretty, I don’t even care if nothing you’re saying right now makes sense,” and hipster country music plays in the background. That’s what it felt like to me.
I’ve been watching Stargate SG-1 on Netflix. It’s like this sick addiction I can’t turn off. I watched it when it was originally on TV, too, but it was never one of my favourite shows, and it’s surprising how much I forgot about it.