Before I begin this post, I want to slap a SPOILER tag right at top for both seasons 1 and 2 of Netflix’s original series 13 Reasons Why. If you have watched both seasons or are entirely uninterested in what may be ruined for you should you read onward, then by all means—continue past this point. (more…)
When I was in high school I took this film studies class where every chapter we would focus on an aspect of film and watch movies that succeeded in those aspects. We watched Jaws, Citizen Kane, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Raiders of the Lost Ark, and a good dozen or two other movies–and among the bunch was a movie I’d never seen, and will probably never see again.
Saving Private Ryan. (more…)
I did it. After a year of picking it up, putting it down, checking out an episode, before setting it aside, only to come back later, hardly remembering the choices I’d made, I finally finished Life is Strange. And–although it shouldn’t surprise me–the review I gave after having only finished the first two episodes, the place on my top 5 list after having only dabbled in the third, I don’t believe were written from a position of actually knowing what the game was trying to tell me, but rather from one with a severe lack of understanding, trying to guess at how I felt and would feel about the game as a whole, without actually knowing.
All of this–my finishing the game, this article, my thoughts on it all–was brought about by a conversation I had a week ago. (more…)
This was an incredible year for video games, filled with a number of pleasurable experiences and more than one unexpected surprise.
The biggest difference with this year from the others is the way that I played and looked at playing games. Where in years past I’ve been a child, a teenager, in school, with all of the time in the world to devote to playing whatever, and however much, I wanted, this year has felt to me like the first year in which I am an adult–who is also playing games. (more…)
There was a graveyard at the top of a set of stairs, near a church, that rested, forgotten, in the cold. Trees bared naked sat bordered by tombstones, clawing with branches in the wind. And everything there, even the birds and the old wood that lined the crypts to the side, was silent and still–save for a thunk ringing rhythmic in the dark from a man in black. He wore a coat and a wide hat–his eyes, wrapped with gauze–and in his hand he held an axe.
Squish, squish. The axe cleaved a body and the body lay in the dirt.
“Beasts all over the shop,” he says. “You’ll be one of them sooner or later.”
And as he turns, he breathes out a chilled, thick fog, in a growl that sounds inhuman. (more…)