It's hard to believe she's no longer kvetching and skewering so many things that need skewering—always with a pretty wink."
Metroid is as obtuse as a silent film, crude as a pictogram, an endless winding maze without a human soul.
In unscripted documentaries, like ours, directors enter environments over which they have no control.
Who named that cashier Glory Be, and why does she look so miserable?
The digital frontier is a wide-open vista for both publishing and plagiarism.
