Showing posts with label XP. Show all posts
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Sunday, February 1, 2009

Insane Choices in a Sane World

I'll just slip it out: I have the biggest erection for James Cameron.


Aliens is a great sequel. It takes the core elements of the first and expands it without trivializing it. You have action scenes where every explosion has a purpose, and you have characters with trajectories - at that level the movie is the relationship between a mother and a child. Ripley starts by going to LV-426 to make sure the aliens are destroyed; she has no intention of killing them herself because her fear overshadows her hate and because she isn't trained like the colonial marines. She finds a survivor, and from this point on, Newt is her mission. Yes, killing the aliens is still a part of it, but again, she is still relying on the marines. The moment Gorman stutters is the moment Ripley steps up to become one of the greatest action heroes in movie history, the mother of all mothers willing to run into the worst situation imaginable to rescue a child.

And Ripley's head-tilt when that egg opens, it's an attitude more badass than the rage that follows. Explosions can be cool, but a well-placed well-expressed character action, that's what blows me away.

Terminator 2 is the perfect sequel.

Role reversal is the weapon of choice. Sarah Connor becomes protector to John like Kyle Reese was to her, and when she goes after Miles Dyson, she becomes for a moment the killer who “can’t be bargained with, can’t be reasoned with.”

The villain of the first becomes the hero in the second. The Terminator protects John, who teaches it to act more human, and the unforeseen result is it becomes his father-figure.

The premise is outlandish, but the characters' purposes and emotions respectfully bring it down to our level of understanding and appreciation.

Why can't video game sequels do the same?
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I marathon-watched season one of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. From the start TV John is uncomfortable and more importantly not confident about his future role - one scene in the pilot has him pleading to his mother that he can't keep this up ("this" being running), that "I don't believe what people think I am, some messiah." His introductory scene has him angry at Sarah because they have to relocate again. John gives her more attitude when they start fresh in a hick town, where he further complains about not having "the right clothes" and having to deal with school computers "from the 50's," which Sarah berates him for because he might get caught hacking. His response: "jeez, I know the rules, they are like written on the inside of my eyeballs."

Let's look at Movie John. We know Sarah was aggressive with him. In the parking lot scene, John tells his Terminator that she kept reminding him that he is going to be "this great military leader;" also, that they spent a lot of time in "Nicaragua and places like that" with "crazy ex-Green Beret" guys. The assumption is that he was scared and scarred, but later on in the scene where he is in the underground weapons depot, he says "I grew up in places like this so I figured this is how people lived," which he conveys with excitement. Back to the parking lot, John continues his monologue: his mother being busted and him being told "your mother is a psycho, kid, didn't you know" which he then confides "it's like everything I was brought up to believe was bullshit. I hated her for that!"

There is no reason for TV John to be whiny and snappy to his mother since he no longer has any reason to doubt her. He shouldn't feel uncomfortable because he grew up in the gunrunner's world - and of course, T2 wasn't a corset period piece. An argument can be made that just because he was around these adrenaline-fuled situations doesn't mean he accepted them while wearing sunglasses at night. Thing is, in the movie there hardly any scenes where he is helpless in the fetal position; he never has anyone step in front of him to do something he could do himself - again, Sarah raising him to be a great military leader. Though there are things he figures out for himself:

"You can't just go around killing people!"
"Why?"
"You can't, ok."
"Why?"
"Because you just can't."

And then:

"This is tactically dangerous. It might anticipate this move."
"I don't care, we got to stop her."
"Killing Dyson might actually prevent the war."
"I don't care! Haven't you learned anything yet, haven't you figured out why you can't kill people?"

John Connor is not perfect. He knows from watching his mother what consequences a hothead brings and at the same time he is willing to compromise his cool if his mother is in danger.

A hero with flaws is not enough. Some can argue that after T2, John can take comfort in trying to live a normal life which in turn would give him reasons to be unsure of his messiahness.

But think about it: John can never have a normal life. Yes, torching Cyberdyne could have prevented the war, but nobody knows that. All people know is they are wanted criminals. The Connors won't know if they were successful until Aug. 29, 1997 so if he is a leader he should fully accept that he is on-call until that date, and even if the date comes and goes without explosions, he should be prepared for the life on the run.

This is his sacrifice.
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Sequels for video games haven't affected me like T2 has. Doesn't help they are more about refinement of the original's gameplay instead of continuation of the story. Characterization is important to me, and that is my failing when it comes to gaming. I don't cross my arms and huff when a game tries to be nothing more than its gameplay, but I will be critical of games that tout its story. The Zelda games never intended to tell anything grander than a simple tale about a boy trying to save the world. Gears of War 2, though, injected itself with a variety of steroids, and while the characters are still insanely thick, their actions and emotions are still limp dick.

My ideal would be to play a game that had T2 values and sensibilities. Thing is, what's the point of a story where the gameplay contradicts or belittles it? What's the point in having your hero believe in the value of human life if your hero goes around killing people to advance to the next part of the map?

Does this mean you can't create a game with this message? Of course not. You just have to be wary of player actions poking holes into your story. Nor am I saying this particular theme is the pedestal. There are other heights games should look to besides the villain crossing the horizontal line to save the world their way. The relationship between two best friends, the relationship between parent and child. The willingness to sacrifice tangible parts for intangible gains. The need to prove a point even if it means you become a pariah.

Because who knows. If games start toying around with mature ideas and infatuations, maybe we can create new gameplay ideas.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

You Are Useless


GimmeCookies, Bullet Hell, Bullet Ballerina, and Mean Bitch. They are Hard On. Harmonix says the name is not "classy."

We play nothing below hard difficulty, are one gig away from being a Rolling Stones Rock Immortal. Judas Priest's Painkiller is the last song for that playlist. It's an Impossible song with difficulty ratings all in the red. I like the challenge. I hate the song.

We had a bumpy start, Hard On and I. We barely 4-starred songs, hardly ever received comments beneath the completion percentage. "That was a terrible solo. Next time how bout strumming instead of crying on the amp.”

Pearl Jam's Alive killed me. "You're never getting a bus," Merch Girl said.

Normally I'd be pissed. Games don't beat me, I beat games! Exactly who I screamed this to, I don't know. I guess that's why I'm a loser.

I've played at Savile Row so many times people think I'm paying off a debt. "Play something other than Pretty in Pink you pussy!" Sadly, it’s not the fans but Bullet Hell who is telling me this.

I do play other songs, but only in Practice Mode, where I don't get to play with my Hard On.

You see, I like Practice not because I can change the speed of a song but because it loads much faster than playing in Tour - I've got to pick a city, a venue, a gig, at least 2 songs, and then I gotta sit through an autosave and a "communicating with the rock central servers" load. I’m the dude who likes his MP3 player to go from on to autoplay in one button press.

Part of it feels like I'm cheating on the band by not having them rock out in the background, and the other part rationalizes that I'm practicing for them.

Look, I know we haven't Toured in a while, but look at what I can do now.

I like to think when I 98% a song on Hard, Hell is smiling at me.

So by Practicing, we were able to get the bus. And a plane, a sound guy, and a world promoter, who I almost failed to impress.

"You must hate the 70's like you hate practicing with us," Hell says to me.

"I’m sorry."

"Yeah, a sorry sack. When you gonna step up and Expert some songs?"

"I can Expert songs."

"Besides Pretty in Pink, you pussy!"

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Controlling Marty, But Getting Played

“We got a target of opportunity. Kill him and we get the standard payment in diamonds.”

Marty doesn’t say anything.

Because this is Marty.

I bus over to the target’s location, east of the Crash Site. On the map, the target’s marker is fast on the move. His script is to Nascar around the map. The center is a bit elevated with rocks to assist my perching effectiveness. By eyes alone I can make out three cars, with the second being the target since it’s the only Jeep.

With the sniper rifle, I must have killed the target at least a dozen times. I have a separate Save just for this dude.

There are many ways to kill him. SAW the car. Go Somalia on the target and Black Hawk Down it with an RPG. Step onto the road, shoot out the vehicle's windshield and then throw a grenade inside as it drives past. I like using the AS50 because the bullet is powerful enough to take out the target and the car door.

Taking out a baddie in a moving vehicle is oh satisfaction. Baddies in such configurations have an advantage over your foot-soldiering. They can one-hit kill you with a grill to the face. They narrow your targeting area - if you’re aiming for the soft and spongy and not steel. But you are the puny that slays the colossus.

The target’s purpose is singular, but his execution is random. Sometimes he is part of a convoy. Sometimes he is in an assault car. Sometimes he is the driver, sometimes the backseat passenger.

After reloading my save for the dozenth time, I sprint straight to the rock, zoom on the area the target will be coming from, and wait. And wait. And wait.

“Marty. Map. Now.”

From the map I can see the target is indeed coming from the right direction, but his marker is moving at the speed of a geriatric. I zoom back onto the road and see that the target isn’t even in a vehicle. He is forkin' running down the road.