The Quick Look
- The Good:
It's a game, and games are supposed to be fun. Insofar as this is a game, and games are supposed to be fun, it should be fun. Things that are fun are good.
- The Bad:
It isn't fun.
The Review
I don't know why I bought Lego Star Wars II
. I don't drink regularly, so I can't blame it on the fire water. It's been ages since I fasted and then chugged a one gallon peyote milkshake, so I can't blame it on a hallucinogenic spiritual journey.
It might have been the vacation thing I just went on.
A "vacation" is what you do when you call your boss and say, "I won't be in the office today, but I'm not quitting either. I'm just going to not work for a little while, OK?" Then your boss says, "OK." Now you're on vacation. See? OK.
During my vacation, it was my goal to relax and do nothing, but I'm not very good at that. I have a very strong work ethic because my grandparents keep reminding me that they lived through the Great Depression, and that I've been spoiled rotten by these modern times in which a child is not happy to receive a bowl of rock soup for dinner. They've made me scared that, at any time, the bottom could fall out of the stock market or something, and then I could be on the street trying to sell one of my kidneys for enough money to buy a bowl of rock soup. That's why I have such an amazing work ethic and why I don't know how to be good at vacation.
So, during my vacation, instead of relaxing and doing nothing, I bought stuff. One thing I bought was lunch, but I'm not reviewing that here. The thing that I bought and that I'm reviewing is a video game for my Xbox 360 super home entertainment multimedia fun center.
The game is called Lego Star Wars II
, and it's this game where you play through the Star Wars movies, but you do it with Legos.
Yeah. I don't really get it either.
I mean, it's cool that it's Star Wars, I guess. I kind of started hating Star Wars after George Lucas forced me to when he made a whole bunch of stupid movies following Star Wars. Like, oh, what was the name of that one movie that was so stupid... it's on the tip of my tongue... it's... it's...
Oh, yeah. It's called "Star Wars".
Lucas made me hate it when he made that "new" trilogy with that Jar-Jar thing that had a long tongue and who kept the children in the theater riveted with his solid gold comedy slapstick clumsiness and jokes constructed on the subject of flatulence. When I went home that day, I took down all my Star Wars posters, threw my Star Wars books in the trash, microwaved all my Star Wars figurines, had my cat named "Star Wars" put to sleep, burned my Star Wars bed sheets, stopped wearing my Darth Vader helmet around the house, kicked over my life-size limited edition Yoda statue, smashed my Star Wars mugs against my face, demagnetized all my Star Wars refrigerator magnets, and flushed my lightsaber down the toilet.
In short, that day didn't do much to leave me with a positive impression of the Star Wars franchise and where it was headed.
But that's only half of Lego Star Wars II
. The other half of the game is the Lego part.
If you don't know what Legos are, then you're probably stupid. But, so that you can follow along with my post, I'll tell you what Legos are in my world: Legos are a toy that all the other kids had. If you were a rich little brat growing up, then you had these neat toys that were little bricks, and you could attach the bricks together to build structures like buildings, spaceships, or prosthetic body parts. However, you probably didn't play with your Legos because you were too busy being rich and having a whole bunch of other toys. Me? I was playing with my broken chisel. That was my toy. Yeah, you want me to be impressed that you had Legos, but I don't care because I've got street cred from having grown up all dirt ass poor with my chisel.
Now you ought to have some idea of what I like so much about Lego Star Wars II
.
It combines two aspects of my life that have left me socially maladjusted and unprepared for the rigors of adulthood. On the one hand, we have the Star Wars franchise which previously allowed me sweet, sweet escape, but stopped doing so as soon as George "Let's-get-some-more-Ewoks-in-that-shot" Lucas ruined it. On the other hand, we have a toy which delivered smiles and happiness unto the rich kids who had them, and that, as my therapist who has to listen to me bitch and whine on a weekly basis knows all too well, wasn't me.
It's like someone at Lucasarts got his hands on my psychiatric record and constructed a game specifically designed to bring my inner-child to its knees for a good whipping. Now, if only the game managed to capture the rest of my childhood by beating me with a wooden spoon and then passing out drunk, the experience would be complete.
The Last Word
What I like most about this game is the graphics.
I give it 9/10 stars.
Also, the main reason I'm reviewing it is in the hopes of making some money from Amazon referral links
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