After spending more than two decades touring, directing, writing and producing for Christian theater and radio (most recently for Adventures in Odyssey, which he still contributes to), Bob joined the Plugged In staff to help us focus more heavily on video games. He is also one of our primary movie reviewers.
They didn’t name it 600, but the Warner Bros. moviemakers certainly upped the ante in this double dose of hyper-stylized, 3-D sex, blood and guts.
We will indeed stick to the truth in our review of a gross game spawned by one of the vilest entertainment franchises on the planet.
Here’s a third-person battler for gamers who like shooters without all the trigger-pulling gunk. More mulch than mess, you might say.
Barry Levinson and Robin Williams reunite to set the world on its ear by electing a comedian President of the United States of America.
This is movie No. 3 in a painfully predictable and gruesomely bloody (video game-inspired) zombie series.
Destiny, magic, time travel, Lucifer in Manhattan, winged souls in the stars. It all gets tossed at the screen.
It presents a one-dimensional romcom tale in a crude, crass, offensive and completely forgettable way.
A Final Fantasy journey ends and a new world begins. But utopia comes with quite a spiritual price for gamers to pay.
Sometimes a hero is easy to spot—he’s brave, he’s brilliant, he’s special. But sometimes he’s just a plastic shell of a man waiting for someone to imagine him.
This classic Japanese role-playing game pairs adventure and exploration with some dark spiritual twists.
