Princes of the Universe

At Penny Arcade, something has been written about the new Prince of Persia that makes me want to jump on my bike and ride down the frozen tundra of Clybourn and trade in all my old Game Cube games to purchase it. O... Since you are so curious, here is a little portion of what was written. "If your game doesn't look as good, play as good, or just feel as good against my bare skin maybe it should never see the retail shelf."

So, a reminder. I don't necessarily hate this type of criticism (although I don't think Tycho necessarily sees himself as a critic persay); in fact, I enjoy it. Good article in The Reader this week about Bookslut that ever so subtly touches on the debate over the purpose and approach of literary criticism (Why couldn't it just go in that direction a tad more!?). And it reminds me why I think we're so cool for trying to do what we're trying to do at RF (and what other underground zines are also stabbing at)... Most normal places... Whether the criticism is too harsh, too soft, too true; it's all geared at the sale. I love the fact that such criticism exists (this might go against RF 1.1's theme) and that I can hear/see beautiful praise or scorn laid at the altar of the works of man. But there are times when I KNOW what I'll think of something and what I really want to learn about is what makes a work work. I am at a point in my life where having my furnace and water heater explode at the same time seems like less strain than reading plot summaries and back catalogs in reviews. Fluff. Let's trim it so we can see the glorious beast underneath.

But yes. Accolades and attacks are great fun, I eat them like they are ice cream. I'll even eat tiramisu ice cream because I love ice cream so much.