Listen to the starry-eyed
producers who haunt gigs like the Game Developers Conference, and you'd think
the industry is in its golden age. A boffo indie scene is flourishing.
Brain-powered controllers are just around the corner. A few people think they can
even game their way through this Darfur thing. All those ambitions make a
perfectly average game like Dark Sector seem
that much more dire: Isn't there a revolution going on?
Dark Sector casts you as, what else, a covert-ops guy sneaking
around Eastern Europe. A virus is turning people into zombies and aliens, who
fight as well as Gap mannequins and lurk around maps that feel like first-year
DigiPen homework assignments. Dark Sector's one big idea is a boomerang-like circular blade that grows out of the
protagonist's infected, metallic arm, making him a mash-up of Captain
America's Winter Soldier and the
protagonist of Krull—but
the basic moves will ring bells for anyone who's played The Legend Of
Zelda. And the poor storytelling doesn't
hurt the game as much as the tedium, and the feeling that the game is padded by
five or six hours—which suggests that the real draw isn't dismemberment,
but distraction.