For all its storytelling sins, the series skirts the most damning one of them all: It’s not boring.
The game lavishes idiosyncratic detail on its ground-level view of the world.
The rogue security cyborg at the show’s center is less a vengeful killer than a quiet quitter.
In its second season, the series leans into sillier characters and more heightened predicaments.
Despelote is transportive in its vision of a messy childhood.
It’s disappointing how “Tape 2” casts the construction of the first installment in a different light.
Commandos: Origins hasn’t been polished to a mirror shine.
There’s scant complexity to the practice of running the central mascot agency.
Ash is a solid delivery mechanism for genre thrills.
The series is bracingly chaotic, but it’s another unfortunate example of streaming bloat.
The game’s narrative doesn’t support the 10 hours that it takes to complete.
The film provides Anderson with a sturdy canvas for his unique brand of gaudy, campy cool.
After a while, the film’s bleak atmosphere becomes more grating than unsettling.
Civilization VII too often feels like a game that’s engaging in spite of itself.
This anodyne series works awfully hard to drain itself of context and specificity.
Lost Records: Bloom & Rage is a bold assertion of trust in the audience.
Would that Rounding’s story were as memorable as its sense of detail.
From the start, the film stokes tension with its peculiar sense of atmosphere.
The Stone of Madness is cleverly attuned to perseverance through incremental progress.
Yamada’s animated film suggests great depths through withholding.