Lara escapes, and plummets a few stories into a pool of bodies and blood. She rises from it covered in ichor, baptized by death itself and armed only with her bow and a single arrow and damn it, Lara Croft is suddenly the coolest hero in video games.

I’ve watched Catherine Tate and Emma Thompson cry and wail through it and I’ve watched Sarah Parish rage through a modern version, but then Amy Acker pounds her fists against Denisof’s chest and unearths the fury of an entire sex.

A trailer for Saints Row 4, one of the few AAA video game titles with a canonically queer heroine. And this time she has super powers.

Why would that guy be rolling like a stone down a hill? Well, it’s the body of L. Frank Baum, the son-in-law of a suffragette and early feminist, and he’d would be incredibly annoyed that his series of books specifically written to encourage young girls was transformed into a story about a douche trying to get his dick wet.

To celebrate M.C.A Hogarth’s defeat of trademark bully Games Workshop here are 6 scifi properties with bad ass space marines that aren’t Warhammer.

Steven Soderburgh’s new film, Side Effects masquerades as a spiritual sequel to Traffic and Contagion but quickly devolves into an early 90s misogynistic thriller.

Five outstanding episodes of television so fannish, indulgent and fun that they’re basically produced fanfic.

This is reprinted with permission from Chris’s personal blog. Chris is a hardcore retro video game enthusiast and when he isn’t play old games so bad they’ll make your eyes bleed he’s performing with his video game band, Gimmick! or playing bass for brentalfloss. I don’t have to tell you that the game Metroid was [...]

Every year, a critic wraps up the last twelve months by compiling Top Ten lists of the best and worst movies that were released. Hollywood considerately makes this easier by only releasing ten good movies a year, and countless bad ones since everyone would prefer to read about what a pile of shit The Amazing [...]

I grew up with a second-wave feminist. My mother brooked no sexist fools. When I confessed I loved The Jetsons she huffed and told me it was sexist drivel. My siblings and I could define patriarchy before we were twelve and we knew all to well how virulent sexism was. In sixth grade I nearly [...]