Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Review: Heavy Rain (PS3)
Review: Tatsunoko vs. Capcom (Wii)
Release Date: January 26, 2010
It’s hard to believe that I’m reviewing Tatsunoko vs. Capcom, since I never actually thought this game would be localized for the American market. This was A) because Tatsunoko isn’t necessarily a well-known among Americans (especially the more mainstream audience the Wii targets) and B) because of licensing issues. But I’ll get to that later.
The Capcom Versus series is a hardcore 2D fighting franchise that pits fan-favorite Capcom characters from Street Fighter, Darkstalkers, and any number of other Capcom series (including Megaman) against favorite characters from other universes, such as SNK (King of Fighters) and Marvel. Yeah, that’s right; in Marvel vs. Capcom 2 (the last title in the series released in the US) you could pick a team with Gambit, Resident Evil’s Jill Valentine, and the Servbots from Mega Man Legends. The rosters were always huge, odd, and a ton of fun. As for the mechanics, they were what you’d expect from a stubbornly 2D fighting series that appealed to hardcore gamers: fucking ridiculous.
Incidentally, I have never met anybody who could actually execute those mechanics. Like all franchises of this genre, there are two tiers of player: the people who know everything about how to play these games, and the rest of us (who sucked).
But I’ve always made it a point to pick up every title I can in the Capcom Versus series, because even if I do suck at them they’re still a blast to play. Particularly over a few drinks with some friends.
Tatsunoko vs. Capcom is a different sort of beast, however. Yes, drawing characters from the Marvel and SNK universes is an obscure move, but they were always treated as fairly obscure titles: fairly limited-run games on consoles known for attracting hardcore gamers. For example, Marvel vs. Capcom 2 would never have been ported to the Gamecube. The PS2 was the optimal choice for that title, and its cult status means that copies of it still go for truly obscene sums on eBay (i.e. above the original list price), despite it being available as a downloadable game on the PlayStation Network for something like $10.
As for Tatsunoko: a lot of the awesome old-school anime I grew up with, such as Gatchaman (AKA Battle of the Planets/G-force), Macross (Robotech) and Speed Racer were all the product of Tatsunoko. But herein lies the rub: all of these different shows were brought to the US at different times, and by different localization studios. So when this game was released in Japan, a lot of American fans despaired: in order to release Tatsunoko vs. Capcom here Capcom would have to negotiate with each of them to secure licensing rights. And while Capcom was pushing Wii development very heavily at the time, the consensus was that the company was focused on casual games for the platform: i.e. ones with a broader appeal than to the demographics of Otacon and the San Diego Comic Con. The fact was that all the different cultural and legal junk just made it easier for Capcom to keep in Japan, so I treated any noises I heard about a US release as bunk.
Then I actually got confirmation that it was coming to the US, and immediately halted plans to sell my Wii. I even bought it on release day, along with Mass Effect 2.
So, all that background out of the way, how is the actual game?
Well, if I’m being honest, that depends completely and entirely upon how much of a nerd you are. If you love Tatsunoko, you probably already own this game. If you love the Capcom Versus series, you probably already own this game. If you love either and don’t already own it, you must A) not own a Wii, B) be a moron, or C) be highly offended by something dumb, like maybe your favorite character wasn’t included or Megaman Volnutt’s hair is one pixel out of place and as a result you have to boycott this game while you go do foul things to your Cammy love doll. So all those people might as well just depart now.
For those who remain: this game is absolutely fantastic. Yes, it’s button-mashy unless you play pretty much nothing but 2D fighters. Yes, you may not recognize all the characters unless you are as pathetically devoid of a life as I am (in which case, again, you probably already own this game). And yes, the online component doesn’t work too well since the Wii’s wi-fi is horrible (I have yet to complete a full match online, and my router is an AirPort Extreme less than five feet from my Wii).
But here are the upsides. You get a huge roster of fighters, including two US exclusives. Yes, that’s right, US exclusives. While you lose the party-style minigames for each character that the Japanese got, you gain a much more fully-featured version of the schmup that was a brief
You also get a proper, hardcore 2D fighter: my biggest complaint with the Wii is that pretty much every game that gets made for it forces the player to use the Wiimote in some bland, unoriginal, played-out way. Yes, you can use any configuration of Wii controllers you want (Wiimote, Wiimote + nunchuck, Classic controller, Gamecube controller), but there's no motion control at all. The very concept of this genre is by nature old-school and retroish, and to not try to attach new tech to it unnecessarily in order to appeal to a broader audience is refreshing.
If you were to cut out all the fanboy drooling and reminiscing, then the above two pages or so would actually be the previous four paragraphs. It would be the shortest review I’ve ever written for anything, except Fantastic Four (“Like getting cockslapped by Stan Lee”). Hell, I can shorten my review for this game even more: Tatsunoko vs. Capcom is a game I absolutely adore, but might have trouble recommending to anybody who doesn’t at least sometimes feel a strong retroish, nostalgic tint to their nerdiness. But to keep a review for this game so short feels like I’m doing it a disservice.
And that’s the thing: this game’s mere existence in the US is an act of love. And all the different tweaks, the possibility of DLC (yeah, for the Wii [!], and I hear it might be Phoenix Wright [!!]), the translations, everything… this is a gigantic work of love by some very dedicated people in Capcom’s US staff. This game just oozes a certain sort of joyous pluck, an odd sort of character that highlights the odd sort of character already present in the Capcom Versus. And as anyone who has ever heard me mention the British auto industry knows, I am a total slut for pluck and character.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Brain Droppings: Mass Effect 2 (Xbox 360)
[Beware: Here there be spoilers!]
First things first: this is NOT a retraction of my review. Mass Effect 2 is still a jaw-dropping experience, and if you like either shooters or RPGs and own a 360, you should own this game.* Rather, this post is meant to supplement and revisit my previous review, now that I’ve beaten the game once and am working on a second play through. Because, you see, this game got two to three times better after I posted my review. And, unsurprisingly, it’s all down to the suicide mission.
The great thing about the way BioWare released information about Mass Effect 2 is that you knew there was going to be a suicide mission against the Collectors, but that wasn't really a spoiler: Shepard knew that by the end of the first hour of gameplay. And like Shepard, you weren’t exactly sure how this was all going to play out: oh sure, the ship upgrades and loyalty mechanic meant that you probably knew pretty early these were going to be big factors, but BioWare sort of banked on that. After all, I went in with a completely loyal characters, all upgrades done as thoroughly as I could, and so on. I swore up and down I wasn’t going to leave a single character behind.
Two died.
I was heartbroken. Quite possibly as much as I was when I saw Aerith buy it in FFVII. And the two characters weren’t even my favorites of mine.
The difference was that I knew that they died because I’d screwed up. (And if that isn’t a decent, if not somewhat facile, simulation of leadership in combat I don’t know what is.) This wasn’t scripted. I could have saved everyone, had I not made two wrong decisions. I knew what points those decisions were made, but what were the right decisions to make?
So I immediately reloaded and tried the suicide mission again. And two died once more. So I tried a third time. Got it down to just one. Then a fourth. One again. By now I was falling over asleep, but I sure as shit wasn’t giving up until I had every single one of my crew safe as houses. I cared that much.
(I had to resort to using the Internet to sort it out: normally, that isn’t too big a deal for me. I try to do it only when I'm at a loss, but this time it felt like a betrayal. I was that into it. But I digress.)
I got there eventually. What I was missing, in a word, was leadership. Getting your whole crew out alive isn’t just a function of some stats and upgrades, like many games might treat such a scenario. At various points in the mission you’re asked to split up one or more members of your squad, in order for them to do some specific task. Unless you pick the party member that best meets the criteria for that job, chances are that they aren’t living through the mission. Put differently, you as a leader need to know your squad – and their strengths and weaknesses aren’t always made immediately obvious.
But what sticks with me the most almost two weeks after I finished Mass Effect 2 is how I felt on that first playthrough of the suicide mission. Just the sheer tension of it all: “Did I get it right? Oh God, is ___ gonna catch a round?” Yes, at some points that feeling is achieved through clever cuts and the like, but it’s such an immersive experience that I absolutely and completely forgive BioWare the use of a couple cheap tricks of the camera to heighten tension at the climax of this game.
I could go on and say more about this game. A lot more, in fact. But I needn’t bother.
*If you don’t, I will stop satisfying your mom sexually. And who’s she gonna take that out on? You, that’s who. Cogitate on that.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Review: Mass Effect 2 (Xbox 360)
Publisher: Electronic Arts
Release Date: January 26, 2010
The reality of the game industry today is that software revenues (and thus releases) are dominated by big-budget, franchiseable titles that usually emphasize lots of action and the slickest graphics possible. So when game developers plan sequels there's usually very little desire on their part or their underwriters' to take risks: make the graphics slicker, add some new bells and whistles, but for God's sake don't make much of an effort to respond to criticisms of the first game and make sure it's out by the holidays!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Brain Droppings: DLC
Review: Hung
Hung is HBO's latest offering, a half-hour dark comedy starring Thomas Jane as Ray Drecker, a desperate has-been who ends up as a gigolo. The show goes to great lengths to emphasize Ray's desperation: he's the coach of a losing high-school basketball team and his ex-wife (ably played by Anne Heche) left him for another man. Worse, the parents his house left him has burned down, saddling him with a massive home repair bill that he can't afford (due to a lack of insurance) and forcing his kids to move in with his ex-wife and her new husband.
Long story short, he realizes that his only real talent is his, erm... endowment. And through a variety of strange circumstances he ends up as a gigolo, being pimped out by Tanya Skagle, an Earth Mother-y one-night stand of his. Hijinx ensue.
The funny thing is that, with one exception, the cast is actually pretty good. It's nice to see Jane Adams get a solid leading role, and she's more than passable as Tanya. Her character is melodramatic and feels like a hopeless failure, and Adams conveys that sensibility quite well. Anne Heche (whom I was surprised to learn was still working) is more than serviceable as a parent desperate to get her adolescent kids to like her, even though it's very clear they prefer being with their father. The kids are well cast, as well: though they're the product of a former Prom King and Queen, they're most certainly neither. But Charlie Saxton and Sianoa Smit-McPhee do quite well as the kids: like all adolescent siblings, they aren't supposed to get along, but they're also supposed to love each other despite their differences. And it all comes across quite well.
But then you get to Thomas Jane, and he's rubbish. Oh sure, he looks the part of Ray Drecker perfectly, but the man's abilities are subpar. (Let's put it this way: he was Frank Castle in the first Punisher film, which is almost certainly the worst movie I've ever seen.) He has roughly the same acting abilities as a piece of cheese, and the character he plays is whiny, boring and uninteresting.
As this suggests, the quality of the writing has a noticeable effect on the show as a whole. The dialogue and character interaction are executed well, though the overall story is predictable and not sufficiently engaging. Ray Drecker's voice-overs are whiny, boring, and predictable as well, which further complicates the viewer's ability to engage with the protagonist. And if you can't engage with the main character in a story, you probably aren't going to like the story as a whole.
The brightest part, oddly enough, is the setting. Picking Detroit for a show about a man's desperation to get by as everything falls apart around him is fitting; indeed, Drecker's attitude often seems to take on qualities not unlike the refrains we hear coming from Detroit itself. Sadly, however, the writers are a bit too proud of this link -- Drecker's opening voice-over takes this bit and beats you over the head with it. With a baseball bat. On the Death Star.
I want to like Hung, because it's not a bad concept and it definitely shows signs of promise. But based on the first six episodes I have to say that there's really not enough to like to justify watching it. Unless you like Thomas Jane's somewhat-vacant, somewhat-whiny gaze combined with self-pitying voice-overs. Perhaps it will pull a Dollhouse and improve dramatically in the later episodes of the first season, or perhaps even in the second since it's just been renewed. However, I get the sense that there really isn't as much raw material to work with as there is with Dollhouse. What a shame.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Review: Royal Pains
It's nice to see perennial guest-star Mark Feuerstein get a leading role, and he's actually a pretty good actor. But his character isn't the most original thing on Earth -- indeed, Hank is almost exactly like Burn Notice's Michael Westen, but nowhere near as compelling. Family problems, disgraced from his job, surrounded by the super-rich, noble in spite of everything around him yadda yadda yadda. Where Michael Westen's use of household materials to create spy equipment is only sometimes absurd, Hank Lawson's use of household materials as medical equipment seems absurd almost every time. Admittedly, Royal Pains does seem quasi-aware of its own propensity in this capacity: in the pilot, for example, he gives a girl a list of items he needs to save her boyfriend's life and she responds by asking him if he's MacGuyver.
Even if you manage to get past seeing Royal Pains as just a bootleg Burn Notice, the show still doesn't shine. The writing lacks the crispness that many TV shows have showed of late and the characters aren't terribly compelling. There's no sense of struggle or of conflict within or between any of the characters, and I felt absolutely no sense of suspense whatsoever when watching the first three episodes.
But I am fairly sure that it will be fantastically popular. Even though people don't trust doctors and it's now fashionable to hate the rich, medical shows are still virtually-guaranteed TV hits and people are still curious to see (often over-the-top interpretations of) how the super-wealthy live. Royal Pains checks both boxes, and spends more time checking those boxes than, say, crafting decent characters. That's what will make it popular, but also what makes it weak. And USA is a top-tier cable network now, so there's a large potential audience for it to draw upon.
Seven years ago Royal Pains would have ruled the Summer TV season. But seven years ago Summer TV, with the exception of The Shield, was pretty much rubbish. Now it's a very, very different story, and Royal Pains has a lot of work ahead of itself to get up to the standards set by shows like Burn Notice and Rescue Me. But as a way to kill the occasional 42-minute span, there are worse things to watch on Hulu. It's just that there are a lot of better things to watch, both on air and on Hulu.