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.
Ward Cleaver. Andy Taylor. Cliff Huxtable. You know the names. They’re all TV dads who stand out as father figures that sat tall in the saddle, gave solid, sensible advice and were even able to chuckle at their own foibles from time to time. Quick, now …
Chaos and destruction rule the roost and gain all the applause in this new action/adventure game. Why? Well, just ’cause.
You knew there just had to be a video game to go along with all those mechanical hamsters, didn’t you? It would be unthinkable for there not to be. So it would be unthinkable for us not to review it.
Jeff Kinney’s Wimpy Kid opens up his diary on the big screen. But somehow the stick figure fun just doesn’t seem the same in live-action movie skin.
As a rock group, Joan Jett’s Runaways were pretty much a here-today-gone-tomorrow band. Same goes for this movie that pretends to be about them but really exists only to get down and dirty.
It may seem common-sensical to you that sending a digital naked picture of yourself to a friend might not actually be such a good idea, or that texting a constant stream of obnoxious, hateful messages could tick somebody off. But I guess some teens nee …
If you’ve ever wondered what happened to all those Greek gods of yore, God of War III offers an answer: Kratos killed them all—in hyper-grisly fashion.
It’s been heralded as Jason Bourne Goes to Baghdad. And in a way it is just that. But there are also some other ticklish memories being explored by Paul Greengrass and Matt Damon this time around.
In the ever-changing terrain of online social networks, there seems to be a new chat-tweet-skype-till-you-drop Internet craze popping up just about, oh, every 15 seconds or so. One of the latest rages grabbing everybody’s water cooler gab time is somet …
It could be said that Training Day director Antoine Fuqua is again trying to create social commentary about power and corruption. But the lengths to which he goes are quite literally obscene.
Will the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences get it right this year and pick the best picture for Best Picture? Well … let’s just say they don’t have the greatest track record. Just for fun, let’s try a little pop quiz to test your memory. Do a …
The grass is starting to green. The temps are beginning to rise as dandelion seeds long for a handy breeze. And video gamers are turning their thoughts from RPG battles and online quests to a favorite team of nine tossing about a well-stitched ball.
Shakespeare’s line “murder most foul” has lost most of its punch over the years. This game sets out to define and describe exactly what foul looks and feels like.
Whether solving deep-sea-diving mysteries or getting an underwater education, this digital, aquatic wonderland is something special to splash around in.
As stormy and dark as Shutter Island is, it seemed to be the place to be this past weekend. The ominous, R-rated insane asylum thriller blew a kiss to star-laden Valentine’s Day as it rushed past with hurricane force—netting a whopping $40.2 million an …
