The Wachowskis have wrapped – I think – on their Cloud Atlas banana cakes novel adaptation. This means that it is time for them to begin engaging their derivation engines and churning out Jupiter Rising. Per all their usual excessive secret, not much has been known about the flick. Until now.
All sorts of twisting ideas into one sexy knot of pop culture riffage. Comic books as modern myth meet creation myth meet Michelangelo courtesy of Mauro Perucchetti.
Am I going to buy Dead Space 3? Of course. It’s the third title in one of my favorite franchises this generation. Admitting this, am I going to stop complaining about the shoehorned co-op in this third installment? No. Not at all.
Hit the jump for some screenshots.
A new iPhone, a new slew of leaks. This ain’t on the level of “left that shit at a coffee shop” back in the iPhone 4 days, but what the fuck is? Japanese bloggers are claiming they have the front panel of the iPhone 5. Hit the jump to watch. Decide for yo’self.
Pretty much all Jeremy Renner does these days is spending weeks and months kicking people’s fictional asses in front of the moving pictures machines. I’m quite okay with this. As any intelligently marketed Renner flick would have, this trailer for The Bourne Legacy features said Renner smashing said faces. Oh! It’s also got some Edward Norton up in this house. I’ve missed you, Eddie.
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Nothing much going on this week. The majority of bullshit I encaptured onto digi-film was family members and loved ones. The sorts of lasses and lads that I’m certain wouldn’t want to be blasted by the scathing opprobrium rays that come attached as part of a care package that is delivered when one associates with this den of inquity.
I’ve known for nearly eleven years that there are those who want to take away our Freedoms. That much was made obvious a long time ago. What I didn’t know, what I couldn’t conceive of, were the nefarious things they would dream up as they lurked in the backgrounds. Horrifying things. Like taking away our super-sized sodas.
Aaron Sorkin is the master of dialogue and the wizard of wit, and with such distinctions comes luxurious gigs, such as his latest one. Being tasked with writing the Steve Jobs biopic, Sorkin compares it to writing about The Beatles. Oh Aaron, you’re not star struck, are you? Let me touch your hair. It is gorgeous.
Game Informer is going to be all up in Gears of War’s guts. All we have so far is the cover, a darkened piece of brooding non-reveal.