By guest columnist c.dyer_movies. When the first few shells hit the ground in Free Fire, you know right away you’re in for a treat of great proportions. Who knew action films this contained could be so fresh and fun?
On the ironically-named world of Stillness, where earthquakes and volcanoes are treated like particularly bad weather, something happens to break the planet open much, much worse than it’s ever been broken before. A mother leaves her village, her own world having ended just slightly before the rest of the world did. A little girl discovers a new
The current storyline is wrapped up as Arcee tries to save Sideswipe, the humans try not to be completely useless, and millions of years in the past Optimus and Prowl try to win a battle even if it means giving up what they stand for. Or do they? See below for preview pages and a review of Optimus
It’s almost here: on May 3rd we’ll get the final chapter of Adam Warren and Karla Diaz’s Empowered and the Soldier of Love. See below for preview pages and the review!
By guest columnist Rich Kuhaupt. So, full disclosure, I am a massive Mass Effect fan. Since it was announced that there would, in fact, be a fourth installment of Bioware’s benchmark space RPG series, I became infocidal for any news, rumors or telepathically transmitted information about “don’t call itMass Effect 4.” Now that I’ve had
The finalists for the 2017 Hugo Awards have been announced, and it’s quite a list. Between best short fiction, best novel, best series, best editor, best fanzine, and everything else, there are 108 entrants battling it out. And I’ve read…six of them. Granted, those six were all pretty amazing, but I feel like I’m missing
By guest columnist thenoshitmoviecritic. The bulk of this film (originally titled 478) is based on a real-life mid-air collision between a Tu-154 passenger jet and a Boeing 747 cargo jet over Germany in 2002. Some elements of the story have been amplified for entertainment purposes, for example the location, the death toll, the sentencing, and
For the first time I see what must be my own hand. An economy of brass struts wrapped in supple leather. And now I truly begin to understand that I am also a thing in this world. Not like the doll who is writing a few feet away with all the mindfulness of water choosing
There I was, this tiny little thing at the bottom of a hole, lying on my back in the palm of a giant metal hand. Rose was only eleven years old when the ground opened underneath her. The rescuers who arrived on the scene found, not a sinkhole, but a fifty-foot square shaft, covered in