“Bourbon,” said Moxley. “Go easy on the ice.” Shebeiskowski waved the trashcan-shaped robot away when it rolled over to him. He looked around the darkened pub as if he expected his coworkers to be hiding under the tables. At this time of day, though, the place was deserted. If there was a human attendant... »
Moxley sat in a robot diner on Wernerplasse, rolling a flavored vapor tube from one corner of his mouth to the other. Before him on the table lay a pocket tab. He was using it to scroll through surveillance feeds. It made no sense.... »
“Well,” said Moxley, “he died hard. No argument there.” Siengold narrow-eyed the detective for all he was worth. Siengold was a Goop; he was supposed to hate private detectives. Like so many of the government operatives, however, he took real pleasure in this particular... »
There is a distinct dearth of books on Liu Seong Gung Fu in general and Liu Seong Kuntao in particular. While there are a few, the art of Willem... »
Bajirao Singham’s “style of working” (hang on while I put on my Aviator sunglasses) is not a style, so much, as a mandate, where that mandate is to do... »
“Singham Returns,” which comes on the heels of 2011’s “Singham,” is not a movie. Rather, it is an experience, in which director Rohit Shetty’s vision of a tight-panted, tight-shirted,... »
