I finally finished the Final Fantasy VII remake toward the end of last week. It was a moment I had been dreading, because I have being really enjoying coming back to this total reimagining of the well-loved Playstation game from the late 90s, despite not really having that strong a nostalgic tie to it. But having read a lot of hot takes on Twitter; maybe that’s for the best.
As much as I like to boast that I’m not a nostalgic person, there have been a string of video games coming out this year that seem to evoke a very specific era of my childhood. And while I’m not going to fall over myself to to sing the praises of one of the bigger games I played growing up, I’m still kind of in awe of the fact that we got another Streets of Rage game after over 25 years.
Whenever I think back to 2015’s Ori and the Blind Forest, I remember this difficult, beautiful and amazing video game. Actually going back and re-reading my entry on the game during my game of the year ranking that December; I wasn’t actually quite as in love with the game as my fond memories would seem to suggest.
Having now played the sequel, it kind of makes more sense in hindsight. These game’s greatest strengths always lay in their tone and presentation. Telling a hauntingly, beautifully presented story dealing with themes of loss and renewal. It was a game pulled along by its music, its art and its style, so much so that pretty much everything else about the game becomes a secondary memory.