Interviewer: Two of the other great directors you’ve worked with are Ingmar Bergman and Lars von Trier, and why do you think that while Lars is seen as this mischievious, manipulative little devil, Ingmar Bergman is revered as the purest, most notable spiritual artist?
Stellan Skarsgård: Yeah when it’s the reverse you mean?
Buyers will get a $20 credit to spend in Google Play, and the tablet will come pre-loaded with theTransformers Dark of the Moon movie(…)
It also comes with a pistol pre-loaded with bullets to blow your brains out after you realize your brain is a harmful parasite for thinking that buying any tablet with a Transformers movie preloaded on it was a good idea.
"Capcom doesn’t allow a trade union or any sort of worker movement you see," he says, giggling. "So if I complain I will probably get sacked. You have to say it for me, OK? I want you to write: ‘Capcom overworks Ono’. That’s your headline."
Despite me complaining about how Video Games are trying to hard to be like movies, this is one way they could emulate the movie industry. There needs to be unions.
"After I passed out, I was thinking in the hospital: there are so many people at Capcom that, over the years, have disappeared at one time or another. Suddenly, in that bed I understood what happened to them… The day after a game is finished and goes off to manufacture there are 10 empty desks, their previous occupants never to be seen again."
You’d think management would consider this a problem…
"When Third Strike came out R&D didn’t really consider sales back then," Ono explains. "We weren’t as marketing-orientated as we are today. We just wanted to make the best game and wanted to please our most hardcore fans. That’s what drove us. Obviously, in terms of sales it didn’t pay, so the company couldn’t invest in a sequel with a decent rationale. Not only that, but we were adamant we had made the epitome of the fighting game with Third Strike. So from the company’s point of view, if the team is stating that it cannot do any better combined with a lack of sales, it’s a complete story and it’s time to move on."
MLG is also streaming from Anaheim this weekend (they started yesterday). I mostly tune in for the fighting games, but I understand some crazy Star Craft 2 matches will be going down. Of the fighting games they have I’m most into Soul Calibur 5 (of course), and King of Fighters 13. There have been some really great SC5 matches already, so top 8 tomorrow will surely be hype.
After years of smoking pot, getting a higher education, playing video games and watching TV I have managed to iron the creases of my brain enough to forget much of my childhood. There is at least one memory, however, that I think will last a long time.
I was 12 and in 7th grade. I had just transferred to the local public school from the private catholic school where I spent the first 7 years of my education (my being pro choice was just not acceptable at the school). One day we were informed that English class would take place in the gym instead of in the classroom, and so we all filed into the gym and took a seat on the floor. Then a man walked on stage; he was slightly rotund, quite elderly with white hair and glasses and he carried a book. He took to the podium there on the stage and introduced himself as Ray Bradbury. I nearly shit myself.
A small confession: I am a bit of a book worm. I love reading. I wouldn’t say I am well read (though I have read most of the classics), nor would I call myself an expert on literature (I got degrees in film, music and digital media instead). I was, however, once disciplined at my catholic school for sneaking a book into the bathroom to read while taking a shit. Back then I was an avid consumer of genre fiction, and my favorite was Ray Bradbury.
That day he read to us “The Toynbee Convector.” It was the first time I had listened to an author reading his own work. I was fascinated by the story and impressed with Bradbury’s oratory skills. His reading that day revealed to me this whole other side of literature; one that had elements of performance and a shared experience (even if most of the students weren’t paying attention). That day I certainly felt special.
In the years that followed I would make it a point to go to his yearly panel at the San Diego Comic Con. Even as he approached his 90’s his optimism and distinct voice could easily fill the large ballroom. Those panels always gave me hope because even as Comic Con was growing larger, and TV and movie celebrities began to conquer the convention, Bradbury’s panel was always in a large ballroom, that always filled up. You could easily tell from the folks who would ask the old man questions every year that his writing and speaking inspired and made them feel special the same way I did when I was 12.
I later learned that Bradbury lived not far from my school and did this every year. Maybe I wasn’t so special. Bradbury, however, certainly was.