While it’s common to see playful kitsch in the movies that introduce games–perhaps a sign of a maturing medium–it’s the unintentional fruit that tastes sweetest.
“A tale of souls and swords, eternally retold,” the narrator says. And then the music begins.
To love! To shine! We all need to shine on, to see
how far we’ve come on our journey/How far yet to go-oh-oh-oh!
Everything memorable about 1980s martial arts culture, in 30 seconds.
Final Fight CD
Newly elected mayor and former streetfighter takes on crime – with the gravitas of an Interflora sales rep. “Hello, Mike Haggar here!”
Humor that fails so hard it creates a wormhole right back to success. And when you’re done with Lance Boyle in English, get him in German.
In the future, everyone in government will wear leather three-piece suits and discuss plans for world domination like antidepressed house-husbands sharing their experiences with irritable bowel syndrome. Bonus: A bomb!
One is not a badass until one has eaten a lettuice and tomato breakfast bagel.
“The oil came alive. The sludge oil came aliiiiiive. Big greasy sludge oil was pissed off,” etc.
“Have you found it yet?”
“No, I haven’t found it yet.”
In the grim future of video toaster city, people will notice that things may be “Einhander-shaped.”
1:40 a.m. – Hacker visits lavatory. “There may be a neural-grade interface in it for you!”
If you’ve got a suggestion for the Salon de la me… Fine. Fine. Here’s Zero Wing:
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