When I was but a child of three, I received the first video game console I’d ever owned. A drab gray box gifted to me by my grandmother, herself completely clueless as to what a video game even entailed. I had two games at hand, included in the bundle, to amuse myself with. Both were contained in one cartridge, the venerable Duck Hunt/Super Mario Bros. two-for-one. I can vividly remember that Christmas morning, plugging the box into the TV in a way I didn’t properly understand, and the image flickering to life when I pressed the power button.
A brief digression from my usual game-based prattle, right off the top. If I were to ask you to name your favorite film about a masked protagonist, face hideously disfigured and burnt, mounting a revenge campaign against the forces that wronged him, what would be your answer? I’ll even make it a bit easier and narrow the time frame you have to consider — let’s only think movies released between, say, October of 1974, to August of 1990.
Back in those days gone by, it was very rare that a video game offered a simultaneous experience for a friend and myself that felt at all gratifying. I found, at that age, that I didn’t especially enjoy video games played for competition — I was perfectly satisfied with the level of competition I already encountered during 4th grade-level athletics. But there wasn’t a great alternative if two people wanted to play at the same time, as cooperative play was fairly limited.
When I was young, about eleven years old, it was a lot easier to get excited about the pending release of a new game. This was 1997 – I had internet access, though of a quite unsatisfactory sort. But I still very much absorbed most of my information, and thus ginned up most of my anticipation, through reading gaming magazines.
In the early days of console video gaming, there seemed to be little embarrassment at exploiting broad, rote story arcs in service of a few hours of electronic soothing. Nintendo, in particular, has this reality stamped and branded into their history — what the story of Mario (who I think it’s safe to call Nintendo’s Jesus) questing to save a kidnapped princess lacks in creative artfulness it makes up for in accessibility.
As far as bad luck and ill-fate are concerned, there’s no point in resorting to trifling superstitions and numerology. Life is, in fact, less ordered and therefore more alarming than many spiritualist types might like to purport. In the end, our choices may – or may not – be the driving force in how our lives unfold, but no appeal to murky mysticism is going to provide answers to explain that away. The only honest option is to do one’s best regardless, and to take the often cruel disorder of life as its own cause for wonderment.
The evolution of the platformer, back in the halcyon days of the NES, was a curious process to behold for a youngster. Thanks to my year of birth (1986), it often felt as if the march of progress in innovation and technology of the video game world was tracking tightly with my own growth from child, to teenager, to young adult, and so forth. Early in that process came a particularly relevant title, and one that’s still a marvelously fun play, even today. I speak of the venerable Kirby’s Adventure.
For my money, modest as it is, I don’t think there’s even been an inherently riskier bet as a video game consumer than a movie-licensed release. This is not to say that it’s impossible for a game to be crisp and enjoyable simply because it was first a major motion picture — I can remember playing the Super Nintendo version of Aladdin, for example, and being sufficiently entertained.
In this modern age, as we are afforded broadening control over nuanced and previously opaque matters of our minds, bodies, and the rigors we submit them to, a great amount of ink has been spilled on the idea of controlling our dreams. “Lucid dreaming,” as it’s generally called. The hope that we could harness our subconscious mind as it spins its visions, dictating to some extent what would play out. I fully appreciate this desire, and I think it springs from a place of independence and autonomy — those who value the ability to think whatever they wish may want to extend this domain into the wild, weird world of their dreams. Even people who live lives that many might find already sufficiently adventurous, wonderful, or thrilling.