Sunday, January 1 1995
As Charmed's Paige, Rose McGowan seems stifled and reticent, perhaps as if she's not quite sure what she's supposed to be doing -- and so, in her performances so far, she's just laid low, and made no waves or sudden movements.
The camera looks up at a towering urban edifice, which turns out to be a fictional L.A. hospital that is meaningfully marked, “Angels of
Here are two shows that lift their premises, plotlines, and even their personality quirks from tv past and present, fritter away the skills of good actors, and lock skilled writers and producers into tired formulae.
In a nation where the man who will be president is afraid to say the word 'gay' on national television, it might come as a surprise that one of its biggest television stars is playing a gay man on television.
For all the primetime-melodramatic cliches at work in the men's conflicts -- the moral and political posturing, not to mention the dick-swinging -- it is significant that these battles are waged by black men, pitted against one another as they wrangle over the scant resources allotted them by a larger governing system.
Larry David as Larry David seems very real, very whiny, very self-absorbed, and in the end, not someone who's much fun to hang out with.
The fact is that all cartoons, from the surreal output of the Max Fleisher studios ('Betty Boop') and Disney's elitist morality fables ('Snow White and the Seven Dwarves') to Hanna-Barbera's execrable attempts at hipness ('Groovy Ghoulies'? 'Funky Phantom'?) and today's post-'Ren & Stimpy' moment of unrelenting gross-out humor ('Cow and Chicken', 'South Park'), are worthy of appraisal, if only because the medium itself is inherently subversive.
The character development contains about as much depth as a Playboy centerfold's bio sheet.
Rockstar Toronto didn't just remake a cult favorite to reap the commercial benefits; they expanded an interesting story into something that could only work in this medium.
Mayhem feels like a series of errata and revisions but, really, you've got to sweat the small stuff for a game so miniature.
If the shocking oddity of the objectives weren't enough to warrant further play, the never satisfied attitude of the King will.
Surely a system that is simple to play and a game series that is essentially a no-fuss beat 'em-up would be a perfect match, right?
Sadly, you are not required to rescue George W. Bush from angry Louisiana officials or disgruntled military moms in Namco's new Urban Reign.
These are comic book panels come to life.
For a game whose real meat is supposed to be multiplayer madness, it's gratifying to see that the developers took the time to give us an entertaining single-player campaign.
A properly executed solitary walk will frighten players more than a zombie jumping through a window.
Undeniably cute and relatively smart, Tokobot provides a title the PSP desperately needed: a game with at least some mildly innovative gameplay, as well as casual appeal.
Obviously, Trauma Center does not a doctor make. But the game does suggest something interesting about the way we work at any job or activity.
It's hard not to be struck by the apparent concession that the only people playing the game are going to be male.
Ty 3 has no desire to reinvent the wheel.