According to Bloomberg reporter Jason Schreier....

the beginning of that sentence is pretty amazing!

Some people just don’t get old that way. My dad is 72. He’s more tech-savvy and up-to-date than most 28-34-year-olds I work with, and he’s not even a nerd of any kind. Just curious and interested, instead of snorting and sneering. I’m 42 and so far it seems similar. Sometimes stuff is bit astonishing, but you get over…

Came here to comment this... Apparently the writer hasn’t heard of indie music.  Or any genre ever basically.

I agree. I don’t care about his twitter indiscretions. I absolutely would be concerned about conflicts of interest and coercion at Ubisoft. Most large companies have rules about disclosure of such relationships, and the rules largely exist to ensure the arrangement is free of coercion and professional conflicts of…

“Some were within Ubisoft, some have been on twitter/social media,” she said. “All with similar stories.”

Facebook Gaming, eh? Well, at least I can completely write off everyone who decides to go there from Mixer. And if this is how MS decides to proceed (by integrating Facebook into its platforms), then as far as I’m concerned, the Xbox Series X can go kick rocks and Microsoft can go fuck itself.

So this likely means some kind of automatic integration of the next Xbox with Facebook, which also means I will never buy one. Facebook needs to die.

This series should have just committed to it being “We Need to talk about Kylo.” No excuses, no whiny backwalking, no pretending a 30-year-old man can blame his problems on his parents working too hard. He chased a “glorious past” and wound up with a bunch of fascists then took out all his angst on innocent people.

Here’s my thoughts on trailer and preview fakery: I’m okay with trailer bullshit like that if has two purposes:

Many of my earliest discussions about equality and inclusion took place around D&D tables. In later life, I’d learn more about complex, real-world theories of nature vs. nurture, etc., but many of my first explorations began with questions like “if this species is intelligent, why do they all have the same alignment?,”…

Not everyone wants to adopt, and it’s not a simple or easy thing for most people. Please don’t ever say this to a real-life couple dealing with infertility.

On one featurette, they talk about how Roger Deakins was instrumental in the shopping cart pratfall, where there’s a brief blur of the camera zooming and focusing, and how the camera simply pans to the distant shot of Wall-E getting crunched. It gives a tactile visual sensation that the viewer is seeing it unfold in…

Yeah, speaking as a dyed-in-the-wool feminist, this film is probably second only to Beauty and the Beast in terms of how feminist literary theory really needs to incorporate the concept that Tropes are Tools, not inherent value statements.

What really drives the animation skill home is the closing scene where WALL-E briefly loses all his development. He looks exactly the same, but it’s immediately clear that there’s no personality in those eyes. I honestly have no idea how they did it.

Also I can never quite put my finger on why I love this shot so much or why I find it so evocative or beautiful but... I just do.

There are so many high points in this film (it’s my favourite of all of Pixar’s work) but the cinematography is definitely work highlighting. The use of light and colour in the film is amazing and I don’t think I’ll ever not be wowed by the close-up shot of WALL-E looking at his cockroach friend after running him…

Don’t forget getting Peter Gabriel to do the closing music.

To me, the greatest moment in the film (I know everyone loves the fire extinguisher dance, but bear with me) is right before the film’s title appears, when we see WALL-E compacting cubes of trash and neatly lining them up in rows...

I have to imagine that while Alejandro Inarritu was making Birdman, everyone was just too polite to point out this movie had already said everything he was trying to say about critics, and much less condescendingly.

I have an extreme soft-spot for art about artists finally getting to see just how appreciated they are (especially if they weren’t in their own time; see also “Vincent and the Doctor”), so I’m not gonna lie — Anton Ego trying Remy’s food and being instantly transported back to his provincial childhood comfort never…