I just returned from spending the weekend at my older brother Alex’s place. My younger brother Adam was also in town from Montreal, and it was good to have a long weekend with all three of us together. One thing I did a lot of this weekend was play
with Adam. I had tried some of the challenge stages a few weeks back but this time around I started a file and began the story-line. If you don’t know, this is the only game I have had any real urge to play in the last while. It came out while I was travelling and such was my anticipation to see/play the game that I watched a 25-part walkthrough of it on youtube while staying at my cousin’s place in Italy. A couple weeks after that I dreamed about the game while sleeping/freezing near a highway on a cold November night in Turkey (see “Turkey by Thumb,” 16 November 2011). Basically, I had a raging boner for this game, and it didn’t disappoint. You can basically do whatever Batman does. And the sheer variety of moves allows you to be very inventive and deal with problems like Batman would.
But anyhow, this isn’t a review of the game. As the title suggests I learned a few things, both from the game and from the conversations me and Adam had while playing the game. Allow me to share:
Yet even though you eventually best him in combat I found I still wasn’t satisfied. I could have done with beating him some more. In fact I would have liked that as a mini-game included alongside the main story: How much of the living-fuck can you beat out of the Penguin in 60 seconds?
But even then I have my doubts about whether or not my lust for vengeance would be sated; he’s just that annoying. I think this begs bigger questions about revenge in general. For example, even though Batman beats up the Penguin he hasn’t really addressed the larger problems of trash-talking super-villains or British accents in general (more on that later). Batman is just setting himself up for more disappointment by using his fists as a band-aid solution. Speaking of which…
Perpetuating Cycles of Violence
The in-game combat system is both easy to learn and challenging to master, and the animations for the fight scenes are equal parts brutal and beautiful.
However as I dealt out punishment to the denizens of Arkham City (an area of Gotham City quarantined for the purposes of incarcerating the inmates of Blackgate Prison and the now-defunct Arkham Asylum) I began to wonder if the beat-downs I was doling out were really what these ne’er-do’wells needed most. I don’t doubt for a second that knocking them unconscious is the most expedient way to deal with them in the context of a crisis, but Batman’s 1-2 special of fisticuffs & incarceration seems to be a throwback to earlier times when (abnormal) psychology wasn’t understood as well as it is now.
For example, while prowling the rooftops you can overhear the conversations between groups of thugs. One particular conversation stuck in my mind as very telling of the motivations of violent criminals. One thug alludes to how his mother got up to no good at her prom. The other thugs, thinking he is alluding fuck-making, start to bust his balls about hooking up with his mom. When he sees the misunderstanding, he explains that his mother actually killed a bunch of people at her prom and has in fact gone on subsequent prom-night massacres, including the thug’s own prom. Given this type of upbringing, do we then really wonder why this thug is here in Arkham City, doing dirt for one of the various super-villains and generally waiting to get his ass handed to him by the Bat? I don’t.
Now I’m not sure if in his capacity as Bruce Wayne, Batman subsidizes any kind of programs to rehabilitate criminals and alleviate poverty (the Nolan films allude to the Wayne family nearly bankrupting themselves to better Gotham), but from the very day he decided to don the cape and cowl, his whole M.O. has been striking fear into the hearts of “evil-doers” and punishing them. Surely, someone as intelligent as Batman (often touted as “the World’s Greatest Detective”) would realize that he isn’t stopping crime by beating the fuck out of people and turning them over to the authorities. The criminals just get more inventive and brutal for the next cycle of escape-crime spree-capture.
Ironically, Batman’s one cardinal rule, to never kill, would, if broken actually see a reduction in crime. It’s weird to see his progressive stance on killing juxtaposed against his barbaric beat ’em up and let ’em rot in jail attitude. However, this is not intended to be an essay on Batman’s efficacy and complexity, just what I learned from the game. And what I learned in this instance is that as much fun as punching, kicking and bataranging (sic.) bad guys is, I don’t see it as a solution to crime.
Inexplicable British Accents are VERY Hit or Miss
While playing the game we lauded how they had used the voices of Kevin Conroy and Mark Hamill (Batman and the Joker respectively), as these two had done the voices in Batman: The Animated Series in the early 90s. Then we must have got to talking about other classic Warner Bros. cartoons because Animaniacs came up.
Pictured: The Animaniacs being ‘zany to the max’
We talked about how the show had several instances of adult humour and references which the average child would not understand. Then we talked about what the deal was with Wakko’s (bottom left) voice. Adam felt his voice was pretty much an imitation of George Harrison’s while I concurred that he was definitely some kind of Beatle tribute. While we didn’t talk about this explicitly, I mulled over how this had always kind of annoyed me; even as a kid this use of a British accent for an American character had always seemed misguided to me.
Less misguided, but no less inexplicable is the Penguin’s aforementioned accent. I have to say that I can appreciate the fresh direction, and by all means they pulled it off well. Certainly someone doing their best Burgess Meredith impression for the game’s voiceovers would have taken away from the serious mood.
“YOU’RE A BUM, ROCK!!”
Definitely one of the few cases where British-accent-out-of-fucking-nowhere (BAOOFN) worked out okay.
An instance where BAOOFN didn’t work so hot?…
Cut that shit out; it’s pretentious and annoying
Then again she’s selling records like a ma, so what do I know, really?
‘Diddling’ is Always a Bad Touch
To explain this I need to go back to Saturday night where we were drinking at a friend’s place. We started playing this game where you give a clue which is a synonym for a rhyming set of of words. So for example, “Catching an STI from a 7-11 drink” would be Herpes Slurpees, “An evening of quarrel” would be Fight Night, and “A Kick to the Vagina” would be Cunt Punt.
Anyhow, this game was such a barrel of
fucking monkeys (I feel like I’m dropping too many F-bombs) that we decided to keep it going while playing Arkham City the next day. We decided all the answers had to use the name of a Batman villain. Here’s how the conversation went:
Adam: Okay a villain who likes weed
Me: “Smoker Joker”
Adam: I was gonna say Toker, but yeah…
Me: Okay, A Batman villain with a giant stereotype for a nose
Me: “Jew-Face Two-Face”
Adam: lol, okay, a villain who molests little kids
Me: uhhhhh… (a few seconds pass) …I have no idea
Adam: Diddler Riddler
Me: Diddler? That’s a pedophile thing?
Me: Hmm, I always thought it was just another word for finger-banging
Adam: Finger-banging a minor, yes
Me: So you’re saying that ‘diddling is always a bad touch?’
I refuse to believe that this upstanding gentleman has ever ‘diddled.’
This guy I’m not so sure about.
This seemed profound at the time although the ramifications of this new knowledge have proven meagre. It really hasn’t changed my life in any way, but it did give me a pause to reflect on a guy I worked with on an army base a few years back. His name was Didiano and, well, you can guess what his nickname was.
It seemed a really benign thing to call him at the time.
I Can Not Own a Video Game System
When I think about how much sunlight I missed out on this weekend I kinda get mad. Now I don’t have any regrets because at the time it was awesome and chilling with my brother all weekend was dope. But if I had a gaming system and a ballin ass TV with surround-sound at my place like my older brother has at his, I would be spending many a sunny day in shady isolation. Funnily enough, I actually do have a PS3 but I lent it out to a friend so long ago that at this point I don’t even care anymore. Besides, PS3 is the most disappointing piece of shit gaming console I ever bought, and you can quote me on that.
Back to the matter at hand, I think it is far better for me to not own a cutting-edge system, but rather just make frequent trips to my brother’s place. Not only can I get my gaming fix but I am also ostensibly visiting family as well.
So thank-you Arkham City for all you taught me.