Better late than never. Here are three games I was sure would be my games of the year back in the early months of 2013; however, they didn’t quite live up to my expectations in one way or another.
The following post assumes that you have finished Bioshock Infinite. It includes some huge spoilers!
I finished my first playthrough of Bioshock Infinite last week, and I’m still trying to process it. On one hand, I believe that it–like its predecessor–exceeded the sum of its parts to become a great game. On the other hand, the points at which these desperate parts fail to align are both frustrating and compelling. I guess the primary struggle post-Bioshock Infinite is reconciling its phenomenal failures with its equally phenomenal successes. Specifically, I’m stuck on its depiction of American racism and classism–that beast of America the trailers pound on about–and the way in which the player engages it.