Giovanni Colantonio
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Inverse Latest Reviews
Nintendo Switch 2 Welcome Tour is both a surprisingly fun piece of edutainment and an egregious advertisement for console add-ons.
Elden Ring: Nightreign packs in plenty of thrilling co-op action, but its online matchmaking needs a serious upgrade.
To a T is a charming and well-intentioned game about celebrating our differences that doesn't quite stay on balance.
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Tactical Takedown is a small, but creative spin on TMNT that trades arcade brawling for fast-paced tactics.
Doom: The Dark Ages still delivers plenty of thrilling action, but its oversized ambitions make it the weak link of a great trilogy.
Revenge of the Savage Planet takes aim at corporate incompetence in a satirical slice of sci-fi slapstick, even if it plays its open-world formula safe.
How is a person expected to do a job with no resources? That’s the question that intergalactic insurance agent Nina Pasadena comes up against in Skin Deep, a miniature immersive sim from Blendo. Pasadena is tasked with protecting spaceships full of cats from pirates, but her corporate overlords haven’t given her much to work with. Banana peels, boxes of black pepper, and soap all become improvisational weapons because there’s not much else to work with. Can’t a girl at least get a gun?
When you grow up in a small town, punk rock isn’t just music: It’s a lifeline. Fuzzed out guitars blaring out of garages become the soundtrack of rebellion. It’s the music that the cops tell you to turn down, that your parents can’t stand, that your politicians try to demonize. It is loud. It is antagonistic. And in Lost Records: Bloom and Rage, it is freedom.
Some games are finely-tuned sports cars. Others are total lemons. Rusty Rabbit is neither; it’s a pile of scraps.
Night after night of frustration and euphoria have all led me to this moment. There’s no action, but my heart is racing. I feel like I’m about to emerge from a cocoon. There is another face beneath my own, another brain bulging inside my own.