Some days (like today), I just feel like doing damage. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, the original -- not that prettied up remake that passed itself off as disturbing, has always been a favorite of mine. That spirit of wanton nihilism that is present in every frame makes me smile and really encapsulates what's in my mind. Had I been able to get the Atari 2600 game when it first came out I would have never stopped playing it. Now I don't have a 2600, and I really have the hankering to give it a go despite the fact that I know it would be horrible. (I somehow doubt it is on my Atari Classics Evolved. It's not like I can unlock any of those games anyway.)
If the game were made today, it would suck. The developers would screw it up so badly that it would leave fans of the game cursing in disappointment. A 2600 game would be pointless fun. A PS3 game would have a story.
Let's face it, the movie is meant to be experienced, not played.
There are days, however, where grabbing a chainsaw and ripping through idiots is the most appealing aspect of the next 24 hours. Some people drink. Some snort cocaine. I write. But I also address the the more violent side of myself and don't shy away from it. As one friend once said, "It looks like you're having another 'Don't Fuck With Me' day." Oh yeah.
I'm sure this game would be lacking everything that should make for a great game, but most of the 2600 games were like that. Very simple, but sometimes very addictive. This would possibly be an addiction despite its crudeness. I could actually see that adding to the experience.
Yeah, I never got to play it. But boy, I want to.