Friday, August 21, 2009

VIDEOGAMES

As during most breaks, I spent the summer vacation going through some of the videogames from the last decade that I forgot to play until now. The two that I'm on now represent different points on the "cult favorite" spectrum; they're idiosyncratic experiences, but lovably so.

Skies of Arcadia is a traditionalist--some might say reactionary--Japanese Role-Playing Game that follows the premise of "Sky Pirates" performing daring feats in a sky-locked world in which "airships" have taken the place of conventional watercraft, and Air Pirates rule the skies. I haven't played through an entire RPG in years, and I'd forgotten what an investment of time and energy it is. It's still incredible to me that games like this can be such cultural events, even outside of their birthplace of Japan (which I understand is a mine of idiosyncratic delights). But this game has such a magnitude of the quality that I would describe as "utterly winning"--it's almost bursting with magic and gallantry--that I couldn't help but be won over. I'm actually playing Skies Of Arcadia Legends--an enhanced port of the original from Sega's failed Dreamcast system to the Gamecube. It's the definition of a cult classic, and I'll certainly see it through to the end.

Ubisoft's Beyond Good & Evil might be the ultimate archetype for the critically-adored-total-flop, a game whose sales were almost inversely proportional to its review scores. Intended as the first part of a trilogy, it was the dream project of the auteur Michel Ancel, creator of the classic Rayman series. I have fond memories of the exhilarating Rayman 2: The Great Escape, and I'd played the underwhelming Rayman 3, the first in the series without Ancel's direction (he was working in BG&E instead) about a month ago, so I was eager to try this vaunted favorite. All I've ever heard about it, when it's brought up in retrospectives of the last console generation, is How terrific it was, What an accomplishment, What a unique vision brought to life so incredibly, and how None of you bastards bought it. Oh, well. So I finally got around to playing it this summer, and it's pretty easy to see why it wasn't a huge hit. Simply put, the game has no "hook"--no simple gimmick that grants it an edge in the competitive market. Far from the explosive light shows of smashes like Gears of War and Halo, it's an action-adventure that really asks the player, at the outset, to give it the benefit of the doubt. When it came out, it was no wonder gamers flocked to snazzier fare, not coincidentally including Ubisoft's own Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time (a personal favorite). That said, the game is bone-deep greatness: the graphics, music, and gameplay are all not only solid but original and wonderful in design and execution.

Unfortunately, four or five pretty brilliant hours into the game, I've run into an infuriating glitch where, with a digital screech and a flip to a green screen of death, the game freezes every time I try to take a photo of an animal. Since taking pictures of animals is, like, one of the main components of the gameplay, this would be a problem. I can live with the occasional glitch or error of design, but when a game repeatedly refuses to allow me to experience it, I stop giving it the benefit of the doubt. So back on the shelf it goes, another masterpiece tossed to the wayside. Summer apathy, in bloom.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Happy Birthday/Summer Sunset

I'm sitting in the basement, drinking a PBR, watching Anthony Bourdain No Reservations, waiting for my frozen pizza to cook. I just got back from my friend's birthday party, elsewhere in the state. It was a good time; spirits were high, not to mention our good cheer (get it?... ah, forget it.) I turned 20 myself a couple weeks ago. The day was slightly less depressing than I expected it to be, largely due to the smothering presence of friends and family. I can't really speak on the act of leaving teenhood itself; it doesn't mean much to me at the moment. All I can say is that I enter my twenties with more confidence than I entered my teens, though that's not saying much.

I'm going back to school in a few weeks. I have no idea what the school year will bring. I hope for the best, and I can't even envision the worst.

The summer was mixed. It was neither a great success or a huge failure. I planned to go through a huge reading list; I read a couple of books. I planned to get in shape; I ran and played frisbee occasionally. I planned to get my driver's license; I failed to do so, but I learned to drive.

So, I don't know. I don't even know what the point of this blog is anymore. But I enjoy writing in it, when I manage to get around to it. Have faith, friends; I imagine the school year will bring more excitement than I can hope to document.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

The Summer Aches

About a month left of summer vacation. I hope I can make it. The last couple months have sort of blended together into a homogeneous souffle of suck, and time has become an abstract concept detached from the reality of existence. That sounds very dramatic, but mostly it's just a way to describe how bored I am. I've tried to stay healthy, going for runs and so forth, but that hasn't kept, and neither has my reading list for the summer; I'm about halfway into my third book for the season. No, I lied: my second.

I'm keeping up with my videogames, though! Sure am. Last week I played Grand Theft Auto: Chinatown Wars. It was all right. I've played less Grand Theft Auto in my day than many of my generation, but even so I'm sort of tired of it. There are only so many crazed rampages one can enact upon the plasticine populace of Liberty City before it occurs to you that you're having less fun than you ought to be. Still, I appreciate how defiantly witty and self-aware the games insist on being. One of my professors last semester instructed the class not to play that game, so I feel like I've won some sort of intellectual victory by completing the main quest with my critical ability intact.

Let's see, what else. I got back from New Jersey a week ago, and last week I shed a layer of burned, useless skin, much like some exotic lizard. I wish it made me feel like I was starting anew, fresh and ready to take on the world, but no such luck. Goddamn lizards, always getting my hopes up.

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