- Hair (1967)
- A Chorus Line (1975)
- Evita (1978)
- Les Miserables (1980)
- The Lion King (1997)
In chronological order.
In chronological order.
Well, Wasteland 3 is not exactly an old CRPG (it was launched in 2020), and I’m not actually replaying it (because I never had the opportunity to play it before), but after Wasteland 2 it was an obvious choice for this series anyway.
The Wasteland franchise has always carried the weight of history. The original Wasteland (1988) laid the groundwork for post-apocalyptic RPGs and directly inspired the Fallout series. Decades later, Wasteland 2 (2014) revived the series with a modernized isometric format, featuring heavy text and a branching narrative. Wasteland 3 (2020), developed by inXile Entertainment, continues that revival but shifts the setting from the deserts of Arizona to the frozen wastelands of Colorado. This new location gives the franchise fresh thematic ground: coldness, scarcity, and survival under a tyrant’s shadow, while still keeping the Rangers as the moral (or amoral) focal point.
The Rangers once again act as the thin line between order and chaos, but instead of rebuilding the Southwest, they’re drawn into the power struggles of Colorado. The Patriarch, a strongman leader, asks them to capture his rebel children and stabilize his rule in exchange for aid to Arizona. This premise ties naturally into the ongoing Wasteland storyline: Rangers as outsiders forced to broker deals between factions, never truly at home, never entirely in control. It continues the franchise’s tradition of examining the tension between idealism and pragmatism in post-nuclear America.
Compared to the previous title in the series, Wasteland 3 brings several improvements. The turn-based tactical system feels tighter, with clearer action-point management, improved cover mechanics, and more dynamic execution. Full voice acting elevates the narrative and adds personality to factions and NPCs, reducing the fatigue of reading walls of text. Inventory and squad management are far more intuitive than in Wasteland 2, making long play sessions smoother. It’s not revolutionary, but it feels more confident and accessible without losing complexity.
That said, Wasteland 3 is no stranger to technical hiccups. At launch, and even after multiple patches, players reported crashes, quest-breaking bugs, and odd AI behavior. While many of these issues were gradually addressed, some persist even years later (and I experienced a few of them). The game is undeniably playable and fun, but the lingering rough edges betray its mid-budget production and occasionally undermine immersion.
The main story is one of the game’s strengths. Choices ripple through the world: siding with or against factions, deciding the fate of the Patriarch’s family, and ultimately determining what kind of Colorado will emerge. These ramifications create multiple endings that feel meaningfully different, a hallmark of the franchise and a significant reason for replayability. I actually played it twice, once with the Rangers truthfully on the Patriarch’s side and then with the Rangers subtly scheming against him and taking him down in the end.
Some quests shine with moral depth, while others feel rushed or unbalanced. Example of a good quest: Call to Action. This mission epitomizes what Wasteland 3 can do well. You face a moral decision where either path is rewarding, though in different ways. Instead of punishing creativity or diplomacy, the quest recognizes multiple solutions, making the player feel that their role-play matters. Example of a bad quest: Disappeared. The setup, choosing between killing one group of people, killing the other, or negotiating peace, seems promising. Yet the peaceful solution yields no rewards at all, making it ironically the least attractive option. This undermines the spirit of choice-driven gameplay and encourages players to resort to violence, even when their character wouldn’t necessarily choose to do so.
The Refugees faction encapsulates the game’s ambivalence about moral versus mechanical incentives. In theory, Rangers are protectors of the downtrodden, so siding with refugees should feel natural. In practice, however, it’s punishing: helping them brings no material rewards, damages relationships with other factions, and can even result in the refugees attacking you in the end. While this may be thematically intentional, showing the cost of altruism in a broken world, it risks alienating players who feel their compassion is being punished without narrative justification.
The DLC The Battle of Steeltown is a solid addition. It expands the world organically, with new moral quandaries and a fresh industrial backdrop. Its themes of labor, oppression, and survival connect smoothly to the main plot, making it feel like a natural extension. But the DLC Cult of the Holy Detonation is much less successful. It’s disconnected from the main story and relies heavily on gimmicky mechanics, such as ever-spawning enemies. Instead of being more challenging, this design choice makes encounters tedious and repetitive, draining the fun rather than enhancing it.
Wasteland 3 is a worthy successor that strikes a balance between accessibility and depth. Its narrative ambition, colorful factions, and branching paths make it compelling, even if not every quest lives up to the promise. Bugs and some frustrating quest designs hold it back, and the uneven DLCs show both the highs and lows of inXile’s experimentation. Wasteland 3 may stumble at times, but it delivers a memorable, choice-rich RPG that keeps the franchise alive and thriving. It’s a flawed gem, but a gem nonetheless.
In chronological order.
Henry James’s novella The Turn of the Screw is famous for being slippery. Are the ghosts real, or is the governess losing her mind? The 1961 film The Innocents keeps that same spirit of uncertainty, but instead of James’s careful prose, it uses images, sound, and atmosphere to create doubt. The story is essentially the same, but the movie sharpens the tension, leaning into the creepy sexuality and suppressed desire that James only hinted at. Where the book makes you question every line, the film makes you question every shot.
The script started with a stage adaptation, but Truman Capote was brought in to rewrite it. His influence is evident in the sharp, suggestive dialogue and in how the children’s eerie maturity is conveyed without feeling overdone. Capote gave the film its double edge: everything can be read two ways, as either a genuine haunting or as the governess projecting her fears and repressed desires. That balancing act is what makes the movie so unsettling.
Director Jack Clayton avoids cheap scares. Instead, he lets silence and stillness work on you until a sudden figure in a window or a whisper in the dark lands like a thunderclap. His staging is deliberate: characters are positioned like pieces on a board, with distance and movement telling you just as much as the dialogue. The effect is slow-burning dread that never quite gives you release.
The black-and-white photography by Freddie Francis is breathtaking. He plays with overexposed whites, deep shadows, and reflections so that even a bright garden feels uncanny. Ghostly shapes seem to appear naturally in the frame, with no special effects needed. Wide shots capture everything in sharp focus, forcing you to wonder if that shadow in the corner is real or just your imagination. This isn’t just pretty camerawork, it’s cinematography designed to make you doubt your own eyes.
Deborah Kerr is the movie’s anchor. She plays the governess with total conviction, which is scarier than if she’d gone for hysteria. You believe she cares for the children, but her intensity makes you worry she’s also dangerous. Kerr was older than the governess in the book, which works brilliantly, as she feels like someone who has kept her emotions bottled up for years, now cracking under the strain. The final scenes wouldn’t hit nearly as hard without her layered performance.
Literary critic Tzvetan Todorov defined the “fantastic” as that moment when you can’t decide if something is supernatural or just psychological, and you’re stuck in that hesitation. The Innocents is a textbook case. Every ghost sighting can be explained naturally, and every “rational” explanation leaves room for the uncanny. The film never tips its hand, and that’s why it lingers so powerfully.
The Turn of the Screw has been filmed many times, but most versions stumble by taking too firm a stance one way or the other. Some make it a straight ghost story, others a psychological breakdown. A few are handsome productions, but none capture the same knife-edge uncertainty. The 2020 film The Turning tried but felt contrived. Probably the closest spiritual successor isn’t even an adaptation: Alejandro Amenábar’s The Others (2001), which gets the atmosphere and ambiguity right (up until the final reveal).
The Nightcomers (Michael Winner, 1972), intended as a prequel, demonstrates precisely how to ruin this kind of story. By providing us with an explicit backstory about Quint and Miss Jessel (with Marlon Brando as Quint), it explains what James and Clayton wisely left ambiguous. Instead of mystery, we get tawdry melodrama. The children’s corruption is spelled out, and the air of dread collapses into cliché. In trying to “fill in the blanks”, the movie drains away all the power of the original.
Mike Flanagan’s Netflix miniseries The Haunting of Bly Manor combines James’s story with other works of his, reframing it as a tale of love, grief, and memory. It’s beautifully acted and emotionally satisfying, but it isn’t The Innocents. Where Clayton’s film keeps you trapped in doubt, Bly Manor builds a mythology of ghosts and explains how they work. It goes for catharsis instead of unease. As a result, it’s touching but far less haunting.
Final word: The Innocents remains the gold standard. Capote’s sly script, Clayton’s restrained direction, Francis’s brilliant visuals, and Kerr’s magnetic performance combine to make a film that never gives you an answer. It’s that refusal to resolve the mystery that makes it unforgettable.
In chronological order.
I’ve recently had the chance to see two movies I had never seen, Judge Dredd (Danny Cannon, 1995) and Dredd (Pete Travis, 2012). They are both adaptations of the comic strip Judge Dredd, but they differ significantly from each other.
Judge Dredd first appeared in 1977 in 2000 AD, a British weekly anthology comic, created by writer John Wagner and artist Carlos Ezquerra. The strip was a reaction against both American superhero excess and the bleak prospects of late-20th-century urban life. The setting, Mega-City One, was a sprawling dystopian metropolis stretching along the American eastern seaboard, plagued by crime, unemployment, and social decay.
Dredd himself was conceived as the ultimate law enforcer: judge, jury, and executioner rolled into one. He wore a militaristic uniform with oversized pauldrons, hid his face behind a helmet, and spoke in terse, authoritarian commands. The character was never meant to be a hero in the traditional sense. Instead, the comics satirized authoritarianism, policing, and state power. The world of Judge Dredd is one in which the law is absolute but also absurd, reflecting anxieties about fascism, militarization, and the erosion of civil liberties.
A key point is that Wagner and Ezquerra didn’t present Dredd as purely admirable or purely villainous. He was both protector and oppressor, embodying the contradictions of a society that sacrifices freedom for security. This ambivalence made the strip unique: readers could cheer for Dredd’s brutal efficiency one moment and recoil at his inhumanity the next.
The first significant attempt to bring the character to the screen was the 1995 film, Judge Dredd, directed by Danny Cannon and starring Sylvester Stallone. Hollywood, however, took significant liberties, as it often does. The movie largely abandoned the satirical edge of the comics in favor of a more conventional action hero flick.
Two controversial choices defined this adaptation. First, Stallone removed the helmet for much of the film, undermining one of the character’s essential traits. In the comics, Dredd’s facelessness symbolizes his role as an impersonal instrument of the law. By showing his face, the movie personalized him, trying to turn him into a sympathetic action hero. And then there’s the tone shift. Instead of a biting critique of authoritarian justice, the film leaned on big explosions and campy humor. Rob Schneider’s annoying comic-relief sidekick, created just for the movie, epitomized this tonal mismatch.
The socio-political undertones were diluted. The movie glossed over issues like corruption and cloning, instead favoring an individualistic narrative where Stallone’s Dredd proves his innocence and defeats his evil twin. Rather than questioning the legitimacy of a justice system where one man can sentence citizens on the spot, the film framed Dredd as a misunderstood hero whose authoritarian streak was simply misapplied by others.
This 1995 version attempted to graft the DNA of Judge Dredd onto the template of a mid-90s blockbuster, featuring big sets, one-liners, and uncritical thinking. The satire and ambiguity of the source material were sacrificed in favor of marketable heroics.
Seventeen years later, Pete Travis’s Dredd, with Karl Urban in the title role, corrected many of its predecessor’s missteps. Urban kept the helmet on throughout, preserving the character’s anonymity and symbolism. The tone was stripped down, brutal, and unflinching, definitely closer to the original grim satire.
The film centers on a single day in Mega-City One, with Dredd and rookie Judge Anderson (this character exists in the comics, but is far from being a rookie) trapped in a mega-block under siege by a drug lord, Ma-Ma. The plot is minimalist, almost claustrophobic, but it highlights key elements of the Dredd mythos.
It’s about the system, not the man. Dredd is not a maverick but an avatar of institutional justice. He doesn’t question the system, he enforces it ruthlessly. His humanity is glimpsed only in subtle ways, primarily through his mentorship of Anderson.
Violence is part of the routine. The film portrays violence with a grim realism. The saturation of slow-motion drug sequences contrasts with Dredd’s mechanical efficiency, underscoring the dehumanizing effects of both crime and policing.
There’s always socio-political commentary. While not overtly satirical, the film critiques a society where entire populations are warehoused in high-rise blocks, policed by authoritarian judges. Anderson’s psychic empathy provides a faint counterweight, reminding viewers that the Judges’ system is ultimately inhuman.
Unlike the 1995 movie, Dredd doesn’t try to make its protagonist lovable. He is the law, nothing more, nothing less. The world here is bleak but consistent: when society collapses, authoritarianism fills the vacuum, but at the cost of individuality and compassion.
I found it interesting to compare specific details in the two adaptations, such as Dredd’s uniform and the depictions of Mega-City One. Stalone wears what appears to be a spandex or Lycra bodysuit, which is remarkably close to what we see in the comics. However, on screen, the costumes look theatrical, flashy, and even campy. Instead of intimidating authoritarian uniforms, they read like superhero cosplay. Urban wears leather and Kevlar-style armor, designed to resemble real-world riot gear combined with tactical SWAT outfits. They kept the helmet, badge, shoulder armor, and overall silhouette, but toned down the bright colors and cartoon exaggerations. Boots and gloves are black, the eagle is muted bronze instead of blaring gold, and the armor looks worn and functional. Not comic-accurate in color or extravagance, but they’re far more convincing in a live-action dystopia. We see the same contrast with the environment. The 1995 Mega-City One is highly futuristic, neon-lit, vertical, like Blade Runner on steroids. Numerous CGI cityscapes, flying vehicles, and giant billboards. It looks like an over-designed movie set rather than a chaotic, lived-in society. The 2012 Mega-City One is a grittier, more grounded interpretation. From afar, it appears as a sprawl of crumbling modern cities, with mega-blocks rising like concrete fortresses amid a sea of urban decay. On the ground, it resembles Detroit or Baltimore with added dystopian rot: graffiti, gang-ruled projects, bleak streets. This nails the tone of Mega-City One as a decayed, crime-ridden society on the brink of collapse.
In conclusion, the 1995 movie incorporates some authentic details (clone origin, Rico, Fargo, Mega-City One, Cursed Earth), but reshapes them into a Hollywood-friendly narrative: the wrongly accused hero, the evil twin, the wise mentor, and the comic-relief sidekick. The comics were far more satirical, cynical, and episodic, whereas the movie attempted to mold Dredd into the conventional blockbuster protagonist. The 2012 Dredd doesn’t try to adapt any single classic storyline, instead it condenses the world’s essence into a tight, brutal scenario. It’s more faithful in spirit than the 1995 film because it retains the helmet, the authoritarian tone, and the oppressive city, but it strips away the comic’s satirical absurdity in favor of realism.
In chronological order.
Released in 2014 by inXile Entertainment, Wasteland 2 was a long-awaited revival of a cult classic. Funded through Kickstarter and helmed by Brian Fargo (the creator of the original Wasteland in 1988), it sought to deliver a true successor after decades of dormancy. While it succeeds in capturing the spirit of its predecessor and the roots of the franchise, it also shows both its indie origins and its design ambitions.
Within the Wasteland franchise, Wasteland 2 functions as both a sequel and a reinvention. Its narrative directly follows the original’s events: the Desert Rangers return, once again tasked with enforcing order in a chaotic, irradiated American Southwest. Unlike Fallout, which diverged into a new retro-futuristic aesthetic, Wasteland 2 stays grounded in its grittier, harsher world, more Mad Max than atomic-age satire. For longtime fans, this fidelity to tone and continuity was one of the game’s strongest selling points.
At its core, Wasteland 2 is a tactical, squad-based RPG with turn-based combat and heavy skill reliance. Players control a team of up to seven characters, balancing a wide range of abilities: lockpicking, demolitions, survival, animal whispering, and more. The depth here is both rewarding and punishing. Poor skill allocation can lock you out of entire story paths.
I created my team with a Leader (armed with assault rifles and focused on leadership, barter, and the three persuasion skills available), a Rogue (armed with assault rifles and focused on alarm disarming, demolitions, lockpicking, and safecracking), a Techie Medic (armed with energy weapons and focused on computer science, mechanical repair, field medic, and surgeon), and a Sniper (armed with sniper rifles and focused on outdoorsman, perception, and weaponsmithing). For the three extra companions you can pick along the way, I went with Vulture’s Cry (made her a second sniper and animal whispering expert), Scotchmo (who can resist a hobo with a shotgun?), and Neil Thomas (a second field medic and surgeon, armed with submachine guns).
The interface can feel dated and cumbersome at the beginning, but I got used to it. Inventory management is clunky, looting takes too many clicks, and sorting through your team’s gear becomes tedious. While later patches improved quality-of-life features, the overall user experience never fully reached the polish of contemporary RPGs.
One of Wasteland 2‘s defining traits is its bleak, irreverent humor. Corpses deliver punchlines. Death cults mock religion while embracing nukes as divine relics. Conversations spiral from solemnity into absurdity without warning. Among the best examples is the wandering tortoise, a seemingly insignificant animal that, if followed patiently across a desert, leads you to a buried treasure. It’s a perfectly Wasteland moment: equal parts frustrating, hilarious, and rewarding, capturing the unpredictability that defines the franchise’s tone.
A standout feature is the nuclear device displayed in the Ranger Citadel museum. Players who trigger it will instantly end their campaign. But the game offers a clever twist: you can start over in Ranger Veteran Mode, importing your old characters with their hard-earned stats (not their equipment, though). It’s a rare, gutsy design choice that turns failure into a strange kind of reward, blending narrative and meta-game progression in a way few RPGs attempt. I used that nuke and restarted my game with characters at level 10, which didn’t make them overpowered but gave me a little edge to avoid some frustration in the early game.
One area where Wasteland 2 falters is in loot design. Far too often, rewards feel underwhelming compared to the effort required. After clearing challenging encounters or navigating dangerous radiation zones, players are greeted with meager gear that’s quickly outclassed by shop inventory. In a game where scavenging is thematically central, this undermines the sense of post-apocalyptic scarcity the narrative tries to convey.
Despite multiple patches and a remastered Director’s Cut, a handful of persistent bugs remain. Radiation suits sometimes fail to register, forcing tedious workarounds. Certain quest triggers can break if objectives are completed out of order. While rarely game-breaking, these issues interrupt immersion and can be especially frustrating in a game that encourages nonlinear exploration.
Wasteland 2 builds to a climactic confrontation between rival factions competing to reshape the post-apocalyptic world. The player’s choices carry significant weight, influencing alliances, Ranger reputations, and the survival of entire settlements. While the branching paths give the finale replay value, some players may find the resolution abrupt: character arcs end suddenly, and not all plot threads feel entirely tied off.
However, the game earns credit for rejecting neat, happy endings. True to the franchise’s spirit, the wasteland remains dangerous and unstable no matter what you do. Victory comes at a cost, reinforcing the series’ recurring theme: survival isn’t triumph, it’s just endurance.
In chronological order.
Space Battleship Yamato, created by Leiji Matsumoto and Yoshinobu Nishizaki, stands as one of the foundational works of Japanese science fiction anime. Airing from 1974 to 1975, with additional seasons and movies continuing into 1979 and beyond, it helped redefine anime as a serious storytelling medium capable of complex narratives, serialized plots, and themes of national trauma and redemption. It also influenced international sci-fi storytelling, particularly in the USA, where it was edited and rebranded as Star Blazers.
At its heart, Space Battleship Yamato is a classic odyssey: a perilous voyage across space to save Earth from environmental ruin caused by the alien Gamilas Empire. Earth has one year before extinction, and salvation lies in a distant galaxy, on the planet Iscandar. The Yamato, a resurrected WWII battleship, is fitted with alien technology and sent on this desperate mission. The narrative structure, a race against time, with continuous battles and moral dilemmas, mirrors both mythic quests and war epics, with themes like: the perseverance of humanity under dire threat; the cost of war, sacrifice, and redemption; and hope born from resilience, not domination.
The choice of the Yamato battleship as the narrative centerpiece is both startling and profound. The historical Yamato was the pride of the Imperial Japanese Navy, the largest battleship ever constructed. It was destroyed in 1945 in a suicide mission against overwhelming American forces, an act often framed in Japan as both heroic and tragic. Reimagining the Yamato as a spacefaring vessel sent to save humanity rather than destroy enemies offers several layers of significance.
The original Yamato represented imperial militarism and a doomed sense of honor-bound nationalism. By resurrecting the wreck of this ship from the seabed and launching it toward the stars, the anime transforms a symbol of war into one of peace and planetary survival. It represents an act of cultural reappropriation, taking a painful emblem and using it to imagine a better future.
The literal rising of the Yamato from beneath the sea is a metaphorical resurrection of Japan itself, still grappling in the 1970s with the legacy of its WWII defeat. Fitted with alien technology (a gesture toward international cooperation or the adoption of foreign innovation), the ship becomes an allegory for postwar Japan’s transformation into a technologically advanced but pacifist society.
For Japanese viewers, especially those born during or just after the war, the Yamato carried potent emotional weight. This emotional resonance lent the series a gravitas that extended beyond its space opera trappings. It turned the anime into a medium through which Japan could reflect on its past, imagine a redemptive future, and explore identity without jingoism.
The Earth in Space Battleship Yamato is scarred and dying, much like post-war Japan. The Gamilas’s radiation bombs turn Earth’s surface into a wasteland, echoing both Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The crew’s journey to Iscandar, a source of salvation, can be seen as a metaphor for Japan’s post-war economic and spiritual rebuilding. Additionally, the show often emphasizes the need to fight not for conquest, but to survive, making a clear distinction between aggression and defensive struggle. This aligns with Japan’s pacifist constitution and cultural introspection during the postwar years.
Leiji Matsumoto’s aesthetic design contributes significantly to the series’ emotional tone. The ship design evokes reverence, as if the Yamato were a cathedral in space. Scenes of space battles are cinematic, yet often tinged with melancholy rather than triumphalism. The musical score by Hiroshi Miyagawa, especially the iconic Yamato theme, reinforces the sense of operatic grandeur. It’s martial and uplifting, but often carries a somber undercurrent, mirroring the show’s fusion of hope and loss.
Space Battleship Yamato established long-form serialized storytelling in anime, paving the way for Mobile Suit Gundam, Evangelion, and others. It helped elevate anime’s cultural status, especially in Japan, by tackling serious themes. It contributed to a growing awareness among Western audiences of Japanese science fiction and anime aesthetics. And it influenced other space operas, including Battlestar Galactica, which shares several narrative similarities.
Space Battleship Yamato is far more than a space adventure. It is a deeply allegorical, emotionally resonant work born out of a specific cultural context. By turning a WWII symbol of defeat and militarism into a vessel for planetary salvation, the anime performs a kind of cultural catharsis. It neither glorifies war nor denies its consequences. Instead, it asks: how can we rise from the ashes of our own destruction and chart a new course for humanity? In doing so, Yamato became not just a battleship, but a vessel for memory, redemption, and hope.
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