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...highly detailed textures, the fancy colored light and shadow-play, the all-new physics models, the "normal mapping" (whatever that is) - but id has created a virtual environment that's more compelling and immersive and realistic than really seems possible. Get up close to one of the demons and look at his skin: it gleams with a dull, matte, scaly sheen that's disturbingly lifelike. Warning: staring at demon skin up close may result in you being gutted like a fish...
...billboards and Jumbotrons, Sato is the face of Japan's latest film fashion: a slew of classic cartoons remade as live-action movies. Forget about Spider-Man 2, this summer's much-hyped American comic-book film; Spidey is just a gaijin in a tight suit. From the lithe, demon-slaying Devilman to the clunky robot Iron Man 28, Japan has its own superhero pantheon that is ripe for recycling on the big screen. The Japanese love of cartoon heroes started with the birth in 1952 of Astro Boy and has continued unabated?the average citizen can rattle off superhero...
...also from another time. He debuted in the 1930s, when Americans liked their heroes like they liked their steaks: tough, thick and all-American. Nowadays we prefer our heroes dark and flawed and tragic. Look at the Punisher (wife and kids dead), or Hellboy (born a demon), or Spider-Man (secretly a nerd). Look at Batman: his parents were killed in front of him, and he dresses like a Cure fan. Now look at the big blue Boy Scout, with his cleft chin and his spit curl. He's just not cool...
...wasn’t only academics that required sacrifices. Before I realized that being able to do anything did not mean being able to do everything, I became an editor for the Demon, joined the Crimson staff, became an ECHO counselor, rushed a fraternity, joined my IM basketball team and started a club to make movies with my entryway-mates. But by sophomore year I learned that like rolling balls of snow, extracurricular activities at Harvard grow until they consume you. I watched junior year as my roommate, Rohit Chopra ’04, stopped going to class and lost...
...unimaginative screen writers leave no generic demon flick cliche unused; terrified children bang on windows, creepy red-lighted darkrooms, chases through the woods and a Tituba-esque majestic coerce shrieks from the audience...