Some games inadvertently embarrass themselves. And no, this wasn't the first time, or the last time, that Devil May Cry 3 embarrassed me. Who did I feel embarrassed for? I felt embarrassed for the character of Dante, embarrassed for the franchise, embarrassed for the developers for having such poor instincts for deciding that this would be "cool," and, most of all, I felt embarrassed for myself for playing the game. How did I feel watching this moment? I felt red-faced with embarrassment. This MTV-circa-1985 moment ends with Dante sliding across the floorboards on his knees a la Eddie Van Halen. He does a painful-to-watch white-man dance across the screen, while the adoring camera circles him and geysers of sparks magically soar into the air all around him. What does the ever resourceful Dante do? Of course, he launches into an impromptu guitar solo. After defeating her, he's cradling her body in his arms when-poof-the bat-prostitute suddenly transforms into a purple electric guitar (yes, a purple electric guitar). There's a moment halfway through Devil May Cry 3 when protagonist Dante battles a prostitute made out of bats (yes, a prostitute made out of bats).
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