By James Pinnell on February 17, 2015 at 10:40 am
Like almost everyone over the age of 30, there have been times where I have been stung by the bee of nostalgia. Our generation seems more determined than almost every other to demand a constant reinforcement of our childhood’s pop culture, whether it’s re-releases, re-makes, re-imaginings… or a combination of all three. When our demands are met, we reward them with cynicism and derision, after we quickly release that nostalgia is generally something that cannot be recaptured, let alone recompiled into a easily consumable package.
In reality, sentiment links us back to a particular moment or feeling in our past – somewhere safe, just and stable. Hollywood aren’t the only ones capitalising on this obsession, with a host of early game designers popping out of the woodwork, promising that their new (old?) projects and new (old?) ideas will right the wrongs done by those evil publishers who so long ago prevented these geniuses from realising their destinies.
Enough is enough.