I looked at the Watchmen 360. I tried to pretend it looked like a spreading tree, shadows pooled beneath it, but it didn't.
It looked more like a dead cat I once found, the fat, glistening grubs writhing blindly, squirming over each other, frantically tunneling away from the light. But even that is avoiding the real horror. The horror is this: In the end, it is simply a picture of empty meaningless blackness. We are alone. There is nothing else. [Fresno Beehive via Kotaku]
The Fresno Beehive is giving away this geek-gorgeous Xbox to anyone (actually, just one person) who can write a 50-word review of the movie. (Sadly, that means our review is ineligible.)