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DVD/Blu-Raid – July 10th, 2012
On July - 10 - 2012
Video of the Week!! – Deadlight
On July - 9 - 2012
There’s not too much on the immediate horizon for movie or game releases, so I decided to focus on the upcoming Xbox Live Summer of Arcade. There’s a trailer for that and all, but the first couple of games are Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater HD (a game a lot of people are already familiar with) and Wreckateer (a Kinect game). Deadlight, the third game to be released as part of the promotion (August 1st), looks really original and is easily my most anticipated of the 5 upcoming games. Check out a trailer for it that features gameplay below.
DVD/Blu-Raid – July 3rd, 2012
On July - 3 - 2012
Video of the Week!! – Torchlight II
On July - 2 - 2012
Steam has Torchlight II up for pre-order and scheduled to come out “Summer”. That’s not very specific, but it is promising. The game looks great and it promises to be a good time for fans of Diablo-esque dungeon crawlers. Check out the trailer below.
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Video of the Week!! – Savages
On June - 25 - 2012
Savages comes out in theaters next Friday, and while it stars Blake Lively (usually a bad idea) it actually looks like it could be a good movie. Check out the trailer below.
Video of the Week!! – Spec Ops: The Line
On June - 18 - 2012
Spec Ops: The Lines is set for release next week, and while the demo has been sitting on my Xbox for a few weeks I’ll admit to not having tried it yet. It does look very interesting though. Check out the narrative trailer below.
DVD/Blu-Raid – June 12th, 2012
On June - 13 - 2012
Video of the Week!! – Seeking a Friend for the End of the World
On June - 12 - 2012
Video of the Week comes to us on Tuesday this week. Was it worth the wait? I’d say so. Seeking a Friend for the End of the World is a great looking comedy that starts next Friday. Check out the trailer below.
Ray Bradbury
On June - 6 - 2012
I write about the passing of Ray Bradbury with a heavy heart. Good journalism usually begins with keeping a respectful distance from your subject, in an effort to stay objective and report faithfully; in discussing Mr. Bradbury and his work, I find that to be an impossible task. The very nature of his writing was designed to engage the reader through beautifully worded phrases, vivid sensory description, and empathy to the human condition. Ray’s stories were personal even when they were larger than life, and they were never free of emotion and passion. To try and report on such a writer by keeping him at arm’s length would be insincere, and I can say with no hyperbole that Ray Bradbury was my hero.
My love for Ray Bradbury was ignited by Fahrenheit 451. I had already been a prolific young reader, and the concept of a world without books was a nightmare worse than the horrors unleashed by more the more traditional monsters I had read about in other genre fiction. I wasted little time in exploring more of Bradbury’s work, devouring Something Wicked This Way Comes(still my personal favorite) and the Illustrated Man. My local library possessed a copy of Zen in the Art of Writing, Bradbury’s celebration on the art of writing and the joys it brought to his own life. I had previously had no desire to be a storyteller, but the intensity of Bradbury’s passion lit a fire in me, and made me realize that I had stories of my own to tell. Writing remains an important part of my life, and is just one of the many gifts that Ray has given to me between the covers of his books.
I could go through his stories one by one, singing the praises of my favorite tales and telling you which to read(really all of them, but don’t miss The Emmisary!), but it would be a waste of words. Instead I will recount, without doing it justice, my favorite of Bradbury’s anecdotes about his own life: At the age of 12 Ray attended a carnival where he encountered a sideshow performer by the name of Mr. Electrico. Mr. Electrico sat in an electric chair and tapped young Ray on his shoulders and nose while proclaiming “Live forever!”. I had always believed and hoped as Ray crawled up in age that these words were in fact a prophecy, and that we would never lose a living legend. The news of his death disappointed me: Ray would never write again, and Mr. Electrico was just a phony sideshow performer.; afterall, we lost Ray. But as I reopened my own dog eared copies of Ray’s work and started to reread some of my favorite stories to comfort myself, I felt him, alive between the pages, crackling with imagination. In his stories, and the people he inspired, Mr. Electrico’s declaration was in fact, on the nose: Live forever, Ray Bradbury. Live forever.
