Like being an NFL linebacker, being a Red Hot Chili Pepper is a challenging gig to age gracefully in; literally or metaphorically, tube socks on your johnson ain't a good look at 50. To their credit, the Peppers' 11th LP is a bold attempt to jibe their past party-dog selves with their present-day artistic ambitions – not always a perfect fit but a compelling one.
Following the introduction of 60fps video playback last year, YouTube on Thursday announced a new update that will let people conduct 60fps livestreams. The one catch, at least for now, is that the higher frame rate is only supported as part of an early preview for HTML5-compatible browsers.
The next Titanfall game will deliver "a lot of stuff that people are going to be excited about," according to developer Respawn Entertainment. The studio's community manager, Abbie Heppe, spoke briefly about the new project in a wide-ranging interview recently with The EXL Podcast.
It's a snowy, snowy day here in Boston today. Schools and workplaces are closed, and a Yeti is even stalking the streets of this city. So it's a great day to stay indoors and play video games. Or, if you're BioShock creator Ken Levine--who lives here--it's a great day to tease your next game.
The Pinkprint is Nicki Minaj's busting-out-all-over magnum opus, a love letter to her supernova star power and hip-hop radicalism, her teeming brain and her body electric. Minaj's previous album, 2012's Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded, was dominated by psycho-glam role-playing.
I don’t know about you, but my head hurts from all these eccentric eggheads and arrogant geniuses monopolizing movie screens this fall. Isn’t science the last thing you want to muse about while munching popcorn laced with who-knows-what chemical agents in order to provide that noxious fake butter taste?
Dan Gilroy's thriller "Nightcrawler" is about about an amateur cameraman who parlays his eye and his nerve into a successful small business, deceiving, manipulating and exploiting everyone who stands in his way. Shot by Paul Thomas Anderson's regular cinematographer Robert Elswit through what could be a Night Vision Rot filter, it's a film about how sociopaths get over on everyone else, and a portrait of a disturbed, marginal loner that would fit perfectly on a double bill with "Taxi Driver" and "Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer." It's also a media satire in the spirit of "Network" and "To Die For" that takes the slogan "If it bleeds, it leads" to its horrifyingly logical conclusion. It's a comedy.
Destiny is set 700 years in the future. A massive interstellar object called the Traveler has parked itself just above Earth, and while humanity has benefited greatly from its appearance, we’re also now the target of an evil menace called — seriously — the Darkness, some sort of alien collective with names pulled out of the sci-fi grab bag: Fallen, Hive, Vex, Cabal. As Guardians, it’s our job to travel the solar system and put them and their boring names down.