I am Jack’s Bulging Wallet
The titles to this entry keep coming to me:
“All-singing, All-dancing Crap of the World Releases Version for XBox”
“Are You Tyler Durden? Play the Game and Find Out”
“Is That What a Real Game Looks Like?”
As reported by the unsafe-for-work Fleshbot, (who rightfully argues that the trailer looks like a whole bunch of CG gay pr0n), Vivendi Universal Games is releasing Fight Club, the video game. Here’s the trailer, which, if there’s any confusing, is safe-if-violent for work.
This is bizarre on a number of levels. First, the movie is five years old. Yes, it probably has a decent cult following and strong ongoing DVD sales, but is that really enough to build a game audience around? Additionally, it looks more or less like a suped-up version of Street Fighter. If there’s any plot beyond kicking the other shirtless guy’s ass, the trailer doesn’t show it. Which is odd, because I’d imagine that the film’s cult following doesn’t revolve around its figh scenes, but around its themes of anarchy and male emasculation. It’s also disappointing that there’s no “spend quality time with Marla” segment in the game.
The further irony is that the film was virulently anti-consumption. Its anarchic message was, I thought, admirable for a Hollywood film:
Deliver me from Swedish furniture. Deliver me from clever art.
Yet here comes the productization. Why did they wait so long?