No matter what their malady—major or minor—Victorian-era women frequently received a medical diagnosis of “hysterical” (usually followed by a curt wave out the door).
If the nonstop firefights of Modern Warfare 3 and Battlefield 3 have left you with post-traumatic stress disorder, consider this latest Tom Clancy–stamped shooter a sort of smart-weapon therapy.
Has Baron Cohen’s shtick jumped the shark? His latest “outrageous” character looks, at first glance, like his weakest: a decades-in-power Arab despot with a skanky beard who rules with an iron fist.
The Young are a practically un-Googleable fourpiece from Austin, and Dub Egg, their second fulllength, is sweet, heavy, and sticky—like barbecue sauce under a hot Texas sun.
If this game’s initials don’t give you a clue about its theme and setting, then either you’ve suffered a battle-ax blow to the head or you’ve never chucked a 20-sided Dungeons & Dragons die.
Ten years may have whizzed by since the release of Diablo II’s last expansion, but hard-core fans are still roaming the game’s randomly generated landscapes, on the hunt for legendary loot.
Everything about Lissy Trullie screams rock ’n’ roll chic: She’s a former model and Manhattan party fixture whose foxy androgyny is tailor-made for the cover of an album.
A different sort of futuristic shooter, this first-person update to a classic PC strategy game pits its hero—a trench-coat-clad company man-against evil corporate drones instead of the usual alien armadas.
The setup sounds as generic as they come: Five horny young people make their way out to the proverbial title retreat for some fun, but there is an evil force out there in the boondocks, waiting to prey upon them.