It’s interesting to watch a dated movie thirty years later. Chuck Klosterman once wrote about watching an old season of The Real World after two of the stars began dating publicly despite butting heads during filming. It was like he knew a secret they didn’t; no matter how much they could possibly hate each other, the understanding that they would eventually have sex influenced his re-watch and added a new perspective. Living in our technophiliac present makes me look back on Wargames with a strange sense of naiveté. Young Matthew Broderick doesn’t have a clue what is coming.
They take seconds to load, cost no money, and can last for hours of gameplay. Point and click games are mega popular in the world of internet gaming. What started as an internet trend with the likes of Myst, MOTAS (Mystery of Time and Space) and Crimson Room exploded into a bustling genre of free internet gaming. While most waver between pleasant distraction and wall-punching frustration, only one series is smooth to the touch, fun, and deeply cerebrally discomforting. Meet Submachine.
I am not a purist. I should define what I think a purist is. To me a purist is someone who always believes the original is better than the remake, and that some things are sacred and should never be changed. A movie purist is someone who believes the new Star Trek wasn’t good because it wasn’t campy. A television purist is the guy who thought House M.D. jumped the shark when the original team left at the end of season 3. It wasn’t. It was when Kutner killed himself so Kal Penn could work in politics. Anyway, purists think the book is always better than the movie. That all cover songs are bad, or at least not as good as the originals. Or maybe that changing the opening credits signals the beginning of a show’s downfall, or losing a principal character is a death sentence. I’ve fallen into the trap of believing these things, but not anymore.