Passengers sucked, but its problems weren’t the result of being a sci-fi film. It was:
Passengers sucked, but its problems weren’t the result of being a sci-fi film. It was:
Sir, this is an Arby’s...
Excellent job of misreading a comment my dude
This is very tough territory for all involved. I was hired to replace Michael Beattie as Mordin Solus in “Mass Effect 3.” I had never played the game, so I didn’t even know I was replacing someone. I found out when I showed up to the session. My agents had sent me the audition, referring to it as an “alien scientist,”…
That sounds awful. 90+ minutes of Martinet’s Mario speaking full dialogue would be like nails on a chalkboard.
Bowser, I’m going to kick your ass! I tell you what.
That deal closed in early 2021. Try paying attention, genius.
So let me get this straight...I’m somewhere that could be full of CHAOS. I’m seeing freaking CHAOS. And oh yeah, I’m talking to a CHAOS. Okay, yeah, I guess that’s something I do now. I kill CHAOS...kill jacked-up CHAOS. I’ll probably KILL CHAOS next.
Another fucking bad take from Hughes, add it to the mountain pile.
I’m calling bullshit. I seriously doubt Ezra has anything resembling “thoughts” in [their] head[s].
I wonder if Kotaku can post a new Elden Ring article every day until Elden Ring 2 drops.
Whoa, Elden Ring dropped? Didn’t realize, haven’t heard anybody mention it over the past month.
Oh, good. I was afraid there would be a day without an article about Elden Ring...
The ending to ME3 was FINE. Not necessarily great, but it was fine. It was the REST of the story of ME3 that was the problem. In fact, the more people kvetch about the ending the more convinced I become that they’re distracting everyone from the real problem, which is the rest of the story.
G4 actively objectified their female hosts in the past. It’d be like Playboy suddenly deciding nudity is wrong and then chastising their readers for wanting nudity.
That’s why I don’t buy cars from Nazis
Not having him hand off the cowl to a live action Terry McGuinness though? Come on. IT’S RIGHT THERE.
I would point out that Dystopia has the definition in Meriam-Webster as:
Who brags about having sex? Weird.