I remember feeling connected to the characters of Dom and Marcus from the original Gears games, and at times I may have even shed a tear for their struggles, but I never came close to giving
a damn about any of the characters in Gears of War: Judgment.
Not exact matches
This is Arya
Damn Stark we're talking
about: survivor extraordinaire, vengeance incarnate and central «Game
of Thrones»
character since the beginning.
Sure, there are some stereotypes
about Irish people in America covered here and not all
characters are as round and interesting but it's still pretty
damn exciting to follow the bomber's path
of destruction and the booby traps and chain reactions he builds.
Some
of the narrative towards the end is also cobbled together in a jarring manner (a few
characters get written out
of the movie surprisingly earlier than expected), but again, it's just hard to get to up in arms
about it; the movie is so
damn infectiously uproarious.
Director John Erick Dowdle (Quarantine, The Poughkeepsie Tapes) does the best he can with the tricky shoot, but screenwriter Brian Nelson (30 Days
of Night, Hard Candy) can't infuse enough interesting
characters for us to give a
damn about, and has trouble keeping us on board to the obvious twists that Shyamalan has infused in.
«If we decide to go the other way and cater to China in particular and have him be in Tibet... if you think it's a good idea to cast a Chinese actress as a Tibetan
character, you are out
of your
damn fool mind and have no idea what the fuck you're talking
about.»
Perhaps all would be forgiven if M: i: III were competently - directed (while M: I - 2 is one
of the stupidest films ever made, as John Woo is one
of the best action directors
of the past twenty - five years,
damn if it's not beautiful, coherent, auteurist stupidity), but it's a glassy - eyed, dead thing complete with superfluous flashbacks to events we don't care
about involving
characters we don't recognize, an interminable party sequence in which Cruise trots out his smile like it was a weathered, beaten - down trophy wife, and a smug, self - congratulatory conclusion full
of high - fives, victory arms, and shit - eating grins.
Destroying bugs with rockets was fun, but the second any one insect touches you, you fall to the ground and lose all
of your life (or worse, watch helplessly as your
character gets thrown
about in a giant ant's mouth while not being able to do a
damn thing to stop it).
He looks like a cheap imitation that you throw into a spin - off sports game, instead
of a
character you're supposed to give a
damn about.
So therefore I never technically finished the game, and therefore couldn't import my
character or any
of her ME1 choices into ME2, and I know I've talked
about this before and
damn it I promised myself I wasn't going to cry
about this anymore but AAAARGH.
I could probably rant for hours
about just how much I dislike NSMB and the fact that it became it's own subseries and Nintendo's tenacity to keep «New» in the title and how there still are two unnamed Toads instead
of two
of the bevy
of existing Mario
characters or someone new and how all the games look the
damn same and how the
characters bounce off
of each other like they're all trampolines and all the «bah - bah's» in the music which still probably hasn't changed and how I have to hold the Wiimote in that uncomfortable sideways position because even Nintendo realized motion controls don't work so the normal controller designed is screwed beyond belief and gah.
That really only leaves 16 unique
characters that most players would really give much
of a
damn about.