It’s such a pointless metric. Imagine tracking the success of streaming shows not by how many people watch, but by how many hours were streamed. Then you get franchises like Assassin’s Creed shooting themselves in the foot. I used to gladly buy whatever the annual entry was, until Origins came out. I sure interacted…

Yeah, I got a certain amount into BOTW (I think I’m in the second temple or whatever the hell the dungeons are called), not that that means anything since it’s nonlinear. And I even get why that sort of works for Zelda. But...I’m just not going to beat that game, and the only other Zelda game I’ve said that about was…

Kristin Schall had that weird flirty moment with Guillermo an episode or two back. She would probably have zero qualms about turning Guillermo, so long as Guillermo took the throne. Kick off season 4 with Nandor waking up from his slumber to a vampire utopia ruled by his former familiar. Play the whole episode like it…

Right? There’s the new marketing campaign: “There’s actually trace amounts of strawberries!”

100% PB, toasted, with a tall glass of something cold to wash it down with.

I used to be such a big Ubisoft fan. Had no problem with their annual Assassin’s Creed releases until Origins proved they weren’t interested in making Assassin’s Creed games anymore. At this rate, the preferred weapon in Far Cry 9 will be a hidden blade, and the primary weapon in Assassin’s Creed 37 (2026) will be an…

I mean, the industry is currently attempting to make strides to get away from this kind of stuff, and I highly doubt she’d share this at all if it hadn’t been thoroughly and adequately reconciled. This is pretty tame. Doesn’t make it excusable, but it’s two people with a ton of power having a brief, explosive shouting…

I think we’re massively misreading it. Venom as the third playable character.

Did anyone (including Grimes) ever think that Musk would be a present and attentive father and husband? I imagine he can be quite fascinating in small doses, provided you aren’t his employee. Appearing like you’re broken up with Elon Musk is probably the best case scenario for being married to Elon Musk. He gets to…

Yeah, I understand the criticisms against the games, both thematic and gameplay-wise, but Heavy Rain was a flawed classic. Me and a buddy from work would trade stories about how our games were going. He’d say he cried in the rain in the backyard while his kid ate a frozen pizza. I’d lie and say that the first son…

I vividly recall seeing the Act of Killing at an Alamo Drafthouse, making it all the way back to my car, realizing I was too shaken to drive, walked back into the bar, ordered a drink. Bartender asks me how I’m doing. I reply, “I just saw The Act of Killing.” She replies, “Oh. You’re not the first to come straight here…

Only 20? It feels like 20 years ago I was popping into the Best Buy between my apartment and college campus on a near-daily basis looking for a Wii while ignoring a massive stack of PS3s.

Of all the songs that could have gotten a nomination, I’m still scratching my head that they went with “Comedy.” “Welcome to the Internet” is my favorite, but I get that it probably isn’t well-rounded enough for an award. But...really? Comedy?

I love how it’s meant to be intimidating that he’s significantly taller than Kratos. Just about every boss Kratos has ever fought, their nipples are above his head. Hell, for some bosses Kratos is about the size of one of their nipples.

I guess I’m thinking more at the baseline, “Kratos finally learned to not want to kill a particular person. Guess he’s going to have to kill them.”

I’ve been saying since I finished the previous one: age “the boy” up for the sequels, and do a Star Wars prequel thing, with Atreus as Anakin and Kratos as Daddy Wan Kenobi. Maybe even flip gameplay in the third one so you play as Atreus instead of Kratos, with the mission to kill your dad, lest he stop you from…

My order used to be simple. “Large iced coffee.” Thanks to the absurdity of every other order, I now have to specify, “Large iced coffee—venti, not the treinta—black, no sweetener, no cream, no straw.” If I don’t say that bizarre 14-word incantation, I will not receive a large iced coffee.

Tom Cruise’s ego wouldn’t allow someone who doesn’t need 9 months of training to get their nuts blasted, which is why he would be the perfect villain both on-screen and off.

Now I’m wondering if anyone’s considered putting Knoxville in a Mission Impossible movie.