[spoiler warning for Final Fantasy XV]
Final Fantasy XV is overflowing with exceptionally finely crafted content – the depth of work put into it is outstandingly evident. Unfortunately, my enjoyment of it was hindered by its many technical and storytelling issues. In all, I was unentertained.
And yet, something lingered in me after the credits closed.
At first I thought it was a sadness for the abundance of work put into what became a flawed game. But I quickly re-watched the opening with Noct and his band of friends pushing their thirsty car across a horizon-bridging road - then re-watched the closing when those same friends are sitting around their last campfire - and with tears suddenly streaming down my cheeks, I realized what lingered in me was something more.
Even if the characters themselves became unrealistic due to the game’s flaws, simply partaking in each moment of their day-to-day adventures created a connection between themselves and the audience which was completely real. As if the game's issues were only there to demonstrate the strength of that emotional connection. When the dialogue fell out of sync, or the camera was pushed through a wall, or the story itself revealed its issues – when everything else appeared to fail, the bond between these brothers remained.
So, if this game's goal was simply to give the audience an opportunity to be a part of friendship that could transcended a broken reality and make life worth living - even if it means trudging through a desert or giving up that friendship to serve a noble cause, then for me, that goal was achieved.
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The opening:
I usually object to licensed songs being used in original works, since it risks that someone’s previous association with that song will shatter their focus and subsequently their immersion. And while that’s still true, with a new arrangement there was no better song to play during the opening of Final Fantasy XV than Ben E King’s “Stand By Me”.
Four men, are pushing their fuelless car across a scorching wasteland – there are no words of encouragement or support shared between them. Instead they argue and complain - trying to get the others to do the work for them. They almost seem an unwilling gang – well known to each other, but far from friends.
Then, among their grunts and stumbled footsteps, a song begins playing - one with a perfectly steady beat, delicate instruments and a clear, solitary female voice – it sounds like everything these guys aren’t. But as the lyrics form meaning, and the melody forms feeling, it’s clear this song actually reflects exactly what’s inside them. An unbreakable bond.
In their masculine and rowdy demeanor, it’s apparent they wouldn’t know how to say what they mean to each other if they tried. But not only does it not matter, it’s precisely because they can’t say it, yet still know it, that makes their intrinsic connection so strong.
They are, in truth, the best friends.
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The Youtube channel, “Writing on Games” examines this same experience of mine from a slightly different perspective and in more depth. If you’ve read all the way here, I can greatly recommend watching it: https://youtu.be/MUvoxKqy3Jk
