Quick Thoughts: Playstation Home

My early thoughts on the Playstation Home (you might recall Sony putting the “spunky” Kotaku folk in a brief time out for breaking this news early) can be summed up by a couple cr- words.

One, it’s fucking creepy. There’s something wildly pointless and bizarre about sitting in your apartment/house and logging online to enter your TV apartment/house. This is why games like Second Life are lost on me. Virtual worlds are just like the real world, except it’s an alternate reality where a satellite-mounted laser eradicated everyone with social skills.

I’ll give it to Sony, though, they’re pretty crafty. They’ve basically taken the Phantasy Star Universe lobby and made it their hub. The only people that will enjoy this environment more than the user are game publishers’ marketing departments.

Still, it’s not crazy, Regardless of how very much this isn’t my thing, people will probably dig it. There’s some wisdom in the differences between this and what MS and Nintendo are doing, even if the surface disparities are only there to mask how similar it all is.

X-Post: Sinbad Poll

I posted this on a forum that some of you probably can’t post at, mostly because I don’t think I’ll get many responses here. Still, it’s a very important question!

Best Sinbad Movie?


You have three choices:

• The 7th Voyage of Sinbad
• The Golden Voyage of Sinbad
• Sinbad and the Eye of the Tiger

I’m sure there’s some other shit around, but I’m only interested in the ones with Ray Harryhausen effects. If, for some reason, you prefer some TV show called Sinbad 2040 or a Sci Fi original movie where he fights a mutant muskrat or some shit, then by all means, tell me; no, really, I’m listening.

I’m kind of torn. Obviously, 7th is the shit, but Golden has fucking JOHN PHILLIP LAW (Danger: Diabolik) in the lead vs. a brown-faced Tom Baker. They all have rad Harryhausen monsters, too. My nod might go to Golden Voyage again, though, if not only for the fight against Kali.

You are all required to participate!

Boys on Film

It’s a well documented fact that the easiest way to get “exposure” is to post a video on YouTube involving you or your friends doing something dumb with the Wii. Remember that video I posted a while back? I never noticed, but apparently it was posted over at Destructoid (scroll down some) last month. That’s hilarious!

Make My Black Snake Moooooan!

I saw Black Snake Moan and, after a year or two of heavy pontification over plot specifics, I came away sort of disappointed. I can’t help but imagine what the movie would have been like had the script been tackled by me and Wes Blacula. I envisioned an X-rated riot; Christina Ricci bound by chain on the floor as the ol’ black bluesman, played by a grizzly and unforgiving Samuel L., creeps up behind her to douse her wild crotch-fire with the soothing venom of his “black snake.”

Instead, we’re treated to a few winning moments enveloped in melodrama. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the movie on some level, but it wasn’t the level on which I intended to. Once again going against the grain of my expectations, I didn’t find myself bucking out of the theater like a wild animal, carrying the credits music with me in a post-film rampage of exploitative savagery. Rather, I was calmly asking myself The Big Questions such as “Will Justin Timberlake ever recover from his crippling anxiety?” and “Why didn’t Sam Jackson say the line Wes and I had mentally prepared for the script back in 2005?”