Quotes: Rated M for Money

The games I love most are all about war
And violence and murder and hate
And big exposed boobies all dripping with gore
Over which I will soon masturbate.
But today I went out and I bought a new fighter
Of indistinct nomenclature.
As I held it, I grinned and my trousers grew tighter
For the box art said 'M For Mature'

Then at the bottom was the biggest line of all, which said:
"There," says he, "if that line don't fetch 'em, I don't know Arkansaw!"

These days, the only way you will ever get me to click on a music video and have me watch it for more than thirty seconds is to put an EXPLICIT label on there. 'Oh, you mean there are butts?' CLICK. We are quickly moving to a butt-based economy.

Chris: For those of you who aren’t familiar with the original game, Mortal Kombat is basically just like Street Fighter, but made for people who have no taste.
Matt: Specifically, people who prefer seeing spines being ripped out and digital people falling into pits over appealing graphics and smooth gameplay.
—Chris Sims and Matt Wilson on Mortal Kombat

Gabriel: Heh heh hehe! Yeah, c'mon dude, you're enjoying this. I know you enjoy a lil' bit of the old ultaviolence.
Yahzee: Well, I like it to have a bit of context.
(explodes zombie with a shotgun before kicking him to death)
Gabriel: That doesn't need context.

A study published in the U.S. Pediatrics journal this month finds that giving a video game a mature rating makes it "unspeakably desirable" to children.
Chicago Tribune

There's something that's called 'adult animation' and it usually means it appeals to adolescent, teenage boys and that's not really adult in my view.
George Griffin, independent animator

Violence in video games has been a political topic ever since pussies were allowed to vote. And anti-game activists have gotten their stupid, punchable mouths back on the news recently because of Cliffy B's Bulletstorm... It actually penalizes you if your victims die with a face or penis— that's paradigm shifting. Oh, and speaking of penises, the game has worse dick jokes than a pediatric urologist. When you bring it home, your five-year-old will ask if you bought any games that are more mature.

Shadows of P’Jem also features the rather infamous “Archer in T’Pol’s boobs” moment. It’s a very cheap gag, and ranks with the decontamination chamber as an example of the show punching well below its weight. It’s juvenile, crass and awkward. Along the decontamination sequences, it diminishes and objectifies T’Pol in a way that Seven of Nine was never diminished or objectified. It is frustrating that these are the sorts of “titillating” sequences that were thought to be “modernising” Star Trek instead of engaging with broader changes in television drama as a whole.
Darren Mooney on Star Trek: Enterprise, "Shadows of P'Jem"

There is nothing worse than people trying to be cool. It either happens naturally or you shouldn’t bother, but this show is constantly trying to make its regulars look as hip as possible and the result is akin to your parents attempting to get down ‘wiv da kidz’ — toe-curlingly embarrassing... waving guns around as though they were play things, murdering people without compunction, emotional disloyalty, swearing as though it is going out of fashion; perhaps the title for this episode should be 'Anything Goes'. Compared with something like The Sarah Jane Adventures which just got on with telling decent yarn and treating its characters intelligently, the two approaches couldn’t be more different. The result is the SJA cast are instantly sophisticated whilst the Torchwood bunch look like a bunch of children playing at being adult.

Tommy put his wife and kids in the front row because he saw Foley’s scenes in Beyond the Mat and thought it would be a fantastic idea...Highlights of the match included Tommy bleeding inches away from his kids, Mr. Dixie Carter helping Beulah take her kids backstage, “This is hardcore” and “Holy s**t!” chants by the easily impressed crowd, a bloody Dreamer biting a bloody Raven while Taz tried to explain that ECW wasn’t like that all the time, and Taz recounting the time Dreamer had a ruptured testicle while telling the viewers not to laugh. Tommy even executed a barbed-wire-assisted version of Benoit’s Crippler Crossface, as if having his kids in the audience hadn’t already clinched him the 2010 Father of the Year Award.

Everyman copies someone’s appearance by ingesting a little bit of their body, but his name is also Hannibal—seriously, fucking Hannibal!—so he also just eats people for the hell of it...I know I’m supposed to find shit like this horrifying, but it’s really just bad writing on par with the absurdity of Dr. Light, insatiable humpmaster. I’m supposed to take this seriously?

As far as I’m concerned, The Rise of Arsenal is something of cultural touchstone for comics in 2010. It tells us a lot about the lengths that DC will go to in order to push a second-tier character into some semblance of faux prominence. In just four short issues, Roy Harper transformed from a committed single father and recovering addict into a drug-addled amputee who smokes heroin (and magically manages to hallucinate) in dark alleys. It was pretty simple, too. All they had to do was cut off his arm and murder his adorable daughter... It’s okay to let quality fall by the wayside as long as whatever is happening in the comic itself is as over-the-top as possible. After all, this is a business and you have to sell, sell, sell. And it most certainly worked. Rise of Arsenal outsold quality books like Secret Six, The Unwritten, Daytripper, Sweet Tooth and Power Girl. It proves that we haven’t set the bar terribly high for ourselves as fans, and we probably won’t be collectively challenging the industry to make our books any better, either.