I want this game NOW.

Clips: Force Unleashed Tech Continues To Astound

LucasArts showcases the triple-play of Havok physics, Pixelux’s Digital Molecular Matter, and NaturalMotion’s Euphoria, showing how the three technologies are combining to make Star Wars: The Force Unleashed for the PS3 and Xbox 360 the ultimate Jedi game.

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Slashfilm hated the trailer, but I liked it.  Judge for yourself.

http://www.slashfilm.com/2008/01/23/get-smart-movie-trailer/

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Oh dear god.

It’s a road movie essentially. What happens here is that it begins in Sacramento where Wolverine is living with his family. He’s got a little farm where he’s living away from everything. And he owes money to the Hulk gang who are the decedents of Bruce Banner, and they’re kind of like “The Hills Have Eyes” guys. They’re this horrible little gang of redneck Hulks. They’re hillbillies that live in the mountains, and they’ve all got wife beater shirts and ball caps and everything. They ride around in a customized Fantasticar that they got from the superheroes once they’d killed all the superheroes. So they go around and collect rent off all the people in their area. And Wolverine doesn’t have money to pay this particular month, so the story kicks off with he and Hawkeye, who is blind and a drug dealer, running drugs from the West Coast of America to the East Coast where there’s a city called New Babylon that we don’t find out much about until much later in the story. So it’s a road movie of a good guy having to do a bad thing for his family.

http://www.wizarduniverse.com/magazine/wizard/007382784.cfm

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How does a head writer and one air star handle being without writers?  Check it out.

Conan O’Brien’s strike diary | Conan O’Brien | Cover Story | News + Notes | Entertainment Weekly | 1

A chimp. A strike beard. Lychee Green Tea. Peek at the secret scribblings of a late-night talk show host lost in a world without writers, trying to make sense of his new TV reality (and ”The Real Housewives of Orange County”)

There was an eerie calm before the Strike hit, which made its arrival all the more terrifying. The sky darkened and the cruel November winds howled. Hell hath no fury like a Writer denied his appropriate Internet-participation formula. I was tossed about my quarters like a rag doll, gasping for air and struggling against the relentless tide of angry industry chatter. Then all was blackness…

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