to make up for what you’re about to see.
As a sort of tribute to Sucker-Punch — which is a lot like a video game in that it’s very pretty to look at, lots of stuff gets blowed up good, and you have to defeat lots of big bosses and collect a sort of triforce of power thing (which in this case will allow you to escape rapists, sadistic dominatrixes and a Cuckoo’s Nest-style mental ward) — this week seems appropriate enough to pay a tribute to an age-old Hollywood disease that began, innocently enough, with this:
Take a stroll through cinema hell and view some of the worst video game to film translations ever, and find hope in why the genre might be dying out.
But first focus on this. Ok, here we go





