BEYOND: TWO SOULS
Bloody hell this Juno sequel drags on...
thereís been much blah-blah-blah about the line between movies,
games and interactive fiction blurring. Beyond: Two Souls
is whatever that is.
Is it a movie? No, it has interactive
Is it a game? No, it has bugger all interactive bits.
Is it interactive fiction? Well, thatís about all thatís left
Whatís the story (morning glory)? Well,
itís a kinda Juno life chunk Ė OK, a girl named Jodie
played by Ellen Page - from pre-teens to early twenties. Plucking a
leaf from Memento, it then crumples that leaf and stomps
upon it, for that flick may have messed with time, but amateurishly
compared to B:TS.
Seemingly random events from
Jodieís life unfold. You might be a little girl into dollies one
minute, a homeless young adult (hey Ben Elton!) the next, or a
petulant indigo-fringed goth teen getting pouty with a Flying V. But
it isnít just The Sims: the Movie, for Jodie has a dark
passenger that makes Dexterís akin to Peppa Pig on ecstasy (SNORT!).
Itís named Aiden, and itís pronounced incorrectly throughout. This
is why Jodieís plucked from familial bosoms and drafted into FBI
ďcareĒ (umm, Aidenís existence, not the mispronunciation).
You sit back, feeling vaguely involved when a white spot appears
onscreen, allowing you to open a door or hug a cushion.
Occasionally, youíll even duck or possess somebody! What? Oh yeah,
you can sometimes control Aiden, going all out-of-body purple hazy,
unleashing serious damage Ė or just fucking with peoplesí noggins.
Despite looking and sounding exquisite, B:TS will
polarise. While the story careens between captivating, truly
heartfelt drama/horror and utter Hollywood fluffy-fluff banality for
fiction fans, those craving controllable involvement will be left
with rumbling tummies.
Ultimately, those who click will
appreciate B:TS for what it really is Ė a chance to wreak
revenge upon those fuckers who dissed your music taste back in high