"The Ghostbusters videogame is bad because it's not a Ghostbusters movie."

Both directors make use of pop culture's language to paint worlds knowingly removed from reality but they aren't the first ones to do so and it doesn't in any way mean one ripped the other off.

Wow. "Looper" and "subtle" in the same sentence.

They're not making it with Flash this time so it might not control like shit. It's not that shallow a game - you're playing to survive and there's a bit of depth in the many items you combine. The combat is just clunky and the collision detection sucks. Looking forward to an improved version.

Why is McMillen talking to himself?

Blur’s Alex James is making moves to launch a new, mass-marketed drink called Britpop, which Buzzfeed speculates could be a new low […].

Is your name seriously "Pilot Viruet"?

"Whether the designer intends it or not, both types of characters remove the male gamer’s dreaded competition from the arena and allow him to inhabit a self-centered fantasy."

Hey all, just got promoted at the penis factory

Next week, on AVClub: hey do you guys remember the 90s

"Welcome to the citadel of eternal wisdom. Behold, this crystal contains the sum of all human knowledge — Except Rap And Country"

Counterpoint: every band you just mentioned fucking sucks.

HOly moley, I wouldn't like to be Kurt Cobain right now.

Commando did that years before the Simpsons though.

"Ne Et Sanglant" doesn't mean "naked and bloody" actually. *leans back in armchair with satisfied smirk*

As for me, I do not own a television.

Yes, when Elaine Radford (wrongly) called the book "Hitler apologia" in 1987 she was clearly just getting out of her PC Liberal Time Machine and angry at the bigoted comments Card wouldn't make until 3 years later.

I think he could have stopped at "from what I've heard" and realized he was talking out of his ass because literally no critic actually thinks "Card was sublimating his admiration for Hitler just because he's a big fat prick who hates the gays."

One mist had gone, but another mist remained… a worst mist. A mist that fogged men's minds: the mist of mist-understanding. Luckily this mist was just a metaphor and wouldn't really affect things that much. On a nearby rooftop a bird took flight, but not even that could spoil this beautiful moment, as rosy-fingered…

It's egg in soup! Here, let me cup up your pork pie.