Bioshock Review: This game broke my heart.
Alright, here's my take on Bioshock. It sucks.
After finally wrapping up Bioshock, I can't help but feel it doesn't quite live up to its reputation for brilliance. I went in expecting a narrative masterpiece, but what I got felt more like a recycled version of Half-Life.
For a title hailed as an immersive sim, it fails to deliver. Instead of offering rich, expansive environments, it confines players to linear pathways that feel like they're holding your hand a bit too tightly. It's almost insulting, really.
Sure, Talos I in Prey may have lacked a bit of life, but it felt more organic and open compared to the claustrophobic shooting galleries of Bioshock.
Bioshock garnered heaps of praise, but in reality, it's just a run-of-the-mill FPS with a sprinkle of elemental powers. The storyline is average at best, and the ending? Predictable from a mile away.
But the real deal-breaker for me is the gameplay. It's just so… dull. I've had more fun with shooters from the '90s than this. Enemy variety is lacking, and the constant feeling of confinement in the environment is suffocating (at least, from what I gathered in the few hours I played).
The level design, while aesthetically pleasing, boils down to lengthy corridors leading to open spaces filled with either big daddies or regular enemies, only to repeat the cycle again and again.
In contrast, Prey (2017) really challenges you to think outside the box, to strategize and adapt. Bioshock, on the other hand, seems content to spoon-feed you every step of the way, which, frankly, feels like an insult to the player's intelligence.
