In November 2006, preproduction began on a sequel, titled WarGames: The Dead Code. It was directed by Stuart Gillard, and starred Matt Lanter as a hacker named Will Farmer facing off with a government supercomputer called RIPLEY.[34] MGM released the sequel directly to DVD on July 29, 2008, along with the 25th Anniversary Edition DVD of WarGames. To promote the sequel, the original film returned to selected theaters as a one-night-only 25th-anniversary event on July 24, 2008.[35]
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Hypnospace OutlawTendershoot / 2019You're an internet detective, tasked with hunting down illegal content on the GeoCities-inspired Hypnospace. This garish (and hilarious) simulated internet, inspired by the golden age of the web, is hiding all kinds of illegal content, and you really have to work to find the offending material, infiltrating hacker collectives, locating hidden pages, and cracking passwords.
Paradise KillerKaizen Game Works / 2020A wildly original detective game with a killer soundtrack, where you're free to investigate on your own terms. You explore a vivid and deeply strange tropical island at your own pace, pick up clues in any order, and create links to solve a brutal mass murder. This makes exploring extremely rewarding, and a single piece of evidence can completely change your perception of the case.
How does anyone find the time for television? Keeping up with all the new things is a full-time job. It's literally my full-time job and I can't keep up with the streaming services and the original content and the season 2s and the new thing that Netflix just dropped. Lupin? The White Lotus? Halston? Starstruck? Mare of Easttown? Sure, I watched the first episodes of all of those and can say with absolute authority they are all probably fine. Wait, you need more? Look, I spend my life watching Peppa Pig, but apparently that "doesn't count for the parameters of the article." Fine. Loki. Loki was good. Happy now?
A stoker explains Perdurance to the Eccentric. She is horrified. "They never grow old? They never change?Dazzled by the acoustics of the ship, the useless cat is serving as the soundtrack to your adventures.Perdurance. The Rat Brigade groom in anticipation of an encounter with nobility.Repentant Devil: "Nobles sell their souls to send their progeny here. What will they pay to leave?"The crew stand at the windows cooing at Perdurance's luxury. Only the Incautious Driver is unimpressed.The Fortunate Navigator sighs. "It reminds me of before we came to the Skies. Altan loved the spectacle. Never my thing, though."The Incognito Princess looks smug. "My mother chooses who comes here. And who stays."The Inconvenient Aunt sniffs. "Everyone: be on your best behaviour in Perdurance. Or there'll be Trouble."The Rat Brigade groom each other carefully, preparing to enter high society.The Signalman peers from the window at Perdurance. "Nice for them as can afford it, I suppose."
Magelungsverket envisions a Stockholm as empty and glitch-riddled as the dead video game it sprang from. Its droning echoes and buzzing crackles of windswept noise evoke streetlights glinting off the wet cobblestones at night, rendered in flat textures and blocky polygons. The complementary evocations of space and claustrophobia are particularly effective, especially as they break down the stereotypical associations of electronic noise and orchestral melody. Here, the discordant melodies curdle into creaks and groans like a haunted house, whereas the bursts of noise serve as something of a respite. Its desolate, uneasy melancholy serves as a beautifully fitting funeral dirge for the cast-off debris of the gaming industry.[7]
Magelungsverket envisions a Stockholm as empty and glitch-riddled as the dead video game it sprang from. Its droning echoes and buzzing crackles of windswept noise evoke streetlights glinting off the wet cobblestones at night, rendered in flat textures and blocky polygons. The complementary evocations of space and claustrophobia are particularly effective, especially as they break down the stereotypical associations of electronic noise and orchestral melody. Here, the discordant melodies curdle into creaks and groans like a haunted house, whereas the bursts of noise serve as something of a respite. Its desolate, uneasy melancholy serves as a beautifully fitting funeral dirge for the cast-off debris of the gaming industry.[7]
Josh Feola: By way of conceptual and practical introduction, the liner notes say that Magelungsverket grew from a \u201Ccomputer game hacking project, Orphan Works, where an obsolete game engine was modified to create an interactive installation in which participants drive through the midnight streets of a decrepit and abandoned Stockholm.\u201D All the track titles are \u201Csemi-fictional\u201D future place names. The title track itself presents an oblong melody that begins to cohere around halfway in, foregrounded by a carefully placed, hard metallic clang at the 01:27 mark.
In general the album is an intentional study in wound-down chordal variations and full-spectrum synthesis warped to make a durable, livable, folk-magical environment. \u201CMagelungsverket\u201D is the only song that exceeds five minutes, but it\u2019s not the slowest one. There isn\u2019t really a tempo to Magelungsverket overall, its ideas unfold at a deliberate pace. It's thoroughly metallic\u2014the two other credited musicians are Isak Hedtj\u00E4rn on metal clarinet, and Dennis Egberth on bowed cymbals, bells and chains. Swedish folk music is mostly unknown to me, but obliquely referenced on \u201COfferkasten,\u201D which is evidently based on an old tune. It does have the most recognizably melodic organization on the record, a brief inflection point that underscores the tonal density and complexity of the whole. It\u2019s an immersive experience, and its programmatic origins in hacked game design gives Magelungsverket a future-facing feel, a sense that traces of these sounds will persist in media paradigms not yet realized.[7]
Samuel McLemore: Despite the prominent use of the Buchla synth, any attempt to brand this as \u2018modular synth music\u2019 seems like a simple category error. This is a bit of classical music, full of dissonance and drama but in a recognizably mid-twentieth century style. Since at least 1980, when The Shining was released to theaters with a score featuring the likes of Penderecki and Ligeti, dissonant modern orchestral music has been the calling card of the horror film soundtrack. There is of course a long history of avant-garde music sneaking into public consciousness through the soundtracking of visual art, but it remains a curious fact that I can draw a straight line between Giacinto Scelsi and Hans Zimmer.
Joshua Minsoo Kim: The general conceit defining Linus Hillborg\u2019s Magelungsverket brought to mind Graham Dunning\u2019s Panopticon, an album that involved replacing audio inside Half-Life with samples of \u201990s rave tracks. The thing is, that album at least came with accompanying videos, and the absence of a visual component here\u2014to both expand the experience to multiple senses and help listeners make sense of why these songs sound the way they do\u2014ends up neutering the listening experience. This is ultimately fine, but taken on its own, the music feels like little more than typical abandoned-city soundtracking: booming thuds and faint winds on \u201CH\u00F6gdalen Incorporated City\u201D, metallic squeals on \u201CV\u00E5rbergsobservatoriet\u201D, and saccharine ambience on \u201CM\u00E4lardynen\u201D to function as some sort of denouement. The bit of field-recorded rustling on \u201CAtlashamnen\u201D is welcome, but makes evident how these tracks all fail to uphold a truly evocative mystique; when I fully immerse myself in this music, the bits of dissonance prove most interesting, but that\u2019s really the only trick here. For video game-related art that feels truly lonely, I\u2019ll stick with Phil Solomon\u2019s Grand Theft Auto-sourced video art.[4]
This music was originally part of an interactive audio-visual installation involving a hacked video game. Though nothing will make this music great, that fully interactive experience would certainly change things\u2014including my own expectations. But, divorced from that context\u2014without the distraction of interactivity and visual stimuli\u2014this music inspires nothing but boredom, and makes me wonder why it was severed from its original context in the first place.[2]
Treatment of Arden\u2019s work has often ranged from dismissive, to downright disrespectful. The TV Guide once described one of her films simply as \u201Ca tiresome and confused independent production.\u201D Another, the magazine called \u201Cobscure and self-indulgent, with some nudity.\u201D It is hard not to attribute a stubborn sexism to these casual eviscerations of Arden\u2019s work, and to her subsequent erasure from accounts of British avant-garde theater and cinema. There seems to be an unspoken assumption that a woman making such adventurous, difficult cinema simply mustn't know what she\u2019s doing. Even Bond took it upon himself to give Anti-Clock a new structure and soundtrack, on a thankfully-forgotten bonus disc in 2005.
An Anti-Clock audio soundtrack is, then, as perverse a notion as anything expressed in the film, and yet listening to it in the dark with one\u2019s eyes closed is an even more bewildering experience than Anti-Clock in its full glory. The various solos of official or expert voices, loosed from the camera, form collages as effectively as Zoviet France\u2019s \u201CVoice Print Identification\u201D or United States Live-era Laurie Anderson. Sebastian Saville\u2019s alienated protagonist, without the seductive of his Byronic mane and lethal cheekbones, sounds less like Holden Caulfield playing at Meursault and more like William S. Burroughs\u2014which makes his ponderings neither more nor less profound, somehow. The unconvincing facial hair Saville wears as his own doctor can\u2019t be seen, but his unconvincing accent is all the more pronounced, prompting further wonders about whether the doctor even exists. So here\u2019s a chance to experience one of the wilder bits of late-70s experimental cinema purely in the mind\u2019s ear, and replay two proper songs embedded within it to the heart\u2019s content, each so deep and otherworldly that if they\u2019d instead arrived as a 7\u201D credited to Broadcast, I\u2019d believe it and burst out crying.[8] 2ff7e9595c
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