Game Review: BioShock — Blue Ink Alchemy
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Stuff I Didn't Like
What? Pipe Dream? Rapture runs on Windows 95?
- I know the game has a water theme going on, being at the bottom of the ocean and all, but circuitry is still circuitry even in a vaguely steampunk setting. Did the hacking system really need to be a clone of Pipe Dream? I mean it's nice for all of the gibbering Splicers and menacing Big Daddies to wait for me to finish rearranging the flow of water (or whatever it is) to hack a turret so it'll tear them to shreds, and it looks as good as anything else in the game, but considering how much of the game is focused on the action, including this kind of simplistic puzzle-solving is, to me, a little cognitively dissonant.
- Speaking of action, this game is billed as a 'spiritual successor' to System Shock 2. I loved the hell out of System Shock 2, and not just because it was an immersively atmospheric shooter. There were elements of role-playing as well, from the beginning where you picked your branch of service to the specialization that came from collecting cybernetic modules. If you wanted to use the BFG 9000, and weren't a Marine, you'd better've hoarded those modules since the start, mister. In BioShock, on the other hand, Jack can pick up and use any weapon or psi-power ("Plasmid") he finds in Rapture no matter what it might be. A Chemical Thrower is every bit at home in his hands as the magical heat-seeking bees that live there after you pick up a particular Plasmid. It keeps the game flowing in an action-related sense but it could have added another layer to the game.
- The Vita-Chambers that restore you to life are another hold-over from System Shock 2. However, in the previous game you had to find missing components on the level in question and install them at a specific location in order to essentially unlock a spawn point. In BioShock, Vita-Chambers are sprinkled liberally throughout Rapture, and using one doesn't cost you a dime, while bathroom stalls charge you for their use. In an objectivist utopia, you'd think that a machine that does something so otherworldly as bring the dead back to life would cost you a fortune. But no, you just pop out of the thing after that Big Daddy stomped your face into the floor. Jack: "MY TURN NOW, BITCH!" Me: "Okay, now I'm kinda bored."
- There's a moral choice system at work in the game, but your choices are "Savior of the Universe" and "Absolute Bastard." There's no room for you to be a normal, flawed guy just trying to survive.
- The third act of the game is kind of disappointing, for me.
Stuff I Liked
"Why's he shooting at us, Daddy? I just wanna play with him!"
- The inhabitants of Rapture are a varied and interesting bunch. It comes to a point where you can pick out what's waiting for you around the corner if you listen for a moment. The sound design in BioShock is top-notch. Like the aforementioned predecessor, a big part of the atmosphere is in the sounds made by the structures and creatures. Also, like Fallout 3, there's some soundtrack dissonance to be had as something swing-era and gentle plays while you're backing away from the Splicer hurling obscenities and bullets at you as you attempt to defend yourself. And the occasional public announcement really adds to the somewhat disturbing atmosphere.
- The undercurrent of Ayn Rand's philosophy running throughout the game makes the experience even more interesting. I've been trying to avoid spoilers, so I'll just say that this feeling lasts for a very long time, up to and including your encounter with a pivotal character in Rapture's history. After that encounter the game moves into its third act which, as I said before, kind of let me down.
Stuff I Loved
Rapture itself makes up for a lot of shortcomings.
- I'll begin my gushing with the art direction. A lot of games rendered for current consoles look good, but BioShock's setting, characters and sequences all feel remarkably fresh and hauntingly nostalgic at the same time. There's an old-fashioned sensibility about Rapture, the clothes people wear there and even the weapons you pick up that really reinforce the period feel of the game.
- The storytelling in this game is outstanding. From the overall arc of the plot (even if it does waver a bit at the end) to the characterization of major NPCs, the game is written extremely well. If the art and sound design weren't enough to draw people in, the plight of the people who speak with Jack and the emotions they convey drive the point home and yank us into the experience.
- Jack begins as your standard-issue silent protagonist. But the more we get into the game, the more we realize that he is a fully-realized character, and there's that one sequence that helps us feel moments hesitation and even fear despite facing down Big Daddies and surviving quite a while in Rapture's hostile environment. He many never say a word, but we get to know Jack pretty well, and our connection to him begins to extend beyond his role as a player surrogate.
- The Big Daddies and Little Sisters. Not only are these folks icons for the entire game and its dissonant themes and mood, but they're extremely well realized characters that, again, need very little dialogue. We never see the face of a Big Daddy, as they convey emotion through body language and whale-like sounds alone. Little Sisters, barefoot in pretty dresses, are all the more menacing for their unassuming appearance, especially when they start screaming for our blood when we open up on their colossal protectors. We need them, though, and the mysterious substance they collect from the dead, and as much as you might hate them and choose the 'Harvest' option every time, seeing them sobbing over the inert body of a Big Daddy, for me, tends to give a moment's pause. How much is survival worth? Is it enough to merely survive, or should we struggle to do something more, to be better than an animal vying for the right to exist? It's a question that is posed to the player without a single mention of such a line of thought in any of the written or spoken messages in the game. Then again, that could just be me.
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