In our hypermediated millennium, it’s often (way) too easy to watch rather than make. The Squirrel King wants you to do both.
Cartoon brainiac Genndy Tartakovsky revitalized American animation with anime-inspired knockouts like Samurai Jack and Star Wars: The Clone Wars. Now he’s crashing mecha convention.
M. Night Shyamalan’s compression of Nickelodeon’s stunning animated series Avatar: The Last Airbender has serious boots to fill. And it needs much more time to fill them.
What gets lost in the remake’s dark dissection of human relationships complicated by ubiquitous surveillance and callous commodification is, simply put, ambition.
Mrs. Manface, who sports a five o’clock shadow while kissing her (his?) cherubic hubby.
Bye seeing you.
Still feeling strange tremors from my grandmother’s passing, especially today. I reported on the burial of Star Trek‘s Majel Barrett-Roddenberry, wife of creator Gene Roddenberry for Wired, which felt weird […]
I am hiding from the world, using Patrick McGoohan as a human shield.