Beginning as a side-scrolling mascot platformer before transitioning to the realm of 3D, the Rayman series returned to its roots in 2011 with Rayman Origins, a tremendous blend of old-school, 2D running and jumping with the sharp animation and hyperactive multiplayer afforded by newer consoles.
There is a real sense of enchantment here—of the importance of memory, of the power of storytelling, of the human condition.
The Doomstar Requiem is an unmistakable parody, but a parody that is so warmhearted and impassioned that it becomes something that can stand on its own.
It’s undeniably the best Spider-Man film ever made, and might even be the best superhero film of all time, unapologetically in love with its source material and unwilling to corral it into anything resembling realism.
The plot, involving super hero serums, sun-eating creatures, and gravity guns, is expectedly outlandish.
The overall effort is laudable, and often does a better job of expanding the world of the Matrix than the two sequels.
As we age, our memories form the individual people that we become. But as they fade, we can lose little bits of ourselves that were once crucial.
