Original Comment by: Boris
Fascinating ... both the article and the wholly unexpected commentary by my fellow zomb -- erm, excuse me, proletariat comrades.
M. Pettitt raises an interesting question: why is RE4 considered good because it is generic? M. Blaak assures us of the unique nature of RE4, but does so by reiterating facets of "genre pleasure" that our author details.
I have played RE4 through, and never developed a genuine emotional investment. But I did, in fact, play it through. Why is this? I hold no special love for the RE franchise, I'm not a horror film fan, and ultraviolence is a take-it-or-leave-it-and-it-don't-matter-to-me affair. So what possessed me to devote a good 20 hours to a game that I found predictable and derivative?
And in my mind, this is where our author nails it:
[...] Horror cinema has been the vehicle through which the subjugated get their revenge by terrorizing the civilized that wander too far into the woods.
Speaking in the mindset of a typical Westerner, we want to fight back when our privileges are threatened -- after all, we subjugated "those folks" in the first place. We need to know that we can stay in power, and we hope that our experiences in this "game" will prepare us. Let's face it, there's very few of us reading this article that think, "Yup, I'm prepared for a psuedo-zombie encounter."
And yet, in the back of our mind, the thought nags: what if it really happened? And by feeling through RE4 (or the DOA series, or the Mario games, or any racing game, etc.) that we are preparing ourselves, we assure ourselves (however falsely) that our hideous deaths won't be caused by these genre-defined cliches -- instead we'll have gone out kicking: knowing the exact heft and arc of a grenade, the proper way to quickly load a shotgun, precisely how quickly the enter an on-ramp in busy suburban Italian traffic, and how much running it takes to nail the jump between the mountain cliff and the platform of salvation.
Which is why I played RE4 -- not because of genre pleasure, but from genre training.
After all, when the time comes, I'm going to be the proletariat waiting for your stupid ass to trudge around a dark corner looking for a weapons dealer, and then you will be unceremoniously boned by zombie justice. I know what your weaknesses are and how terrible your are at organizing your inventory, so prepare to join our Potluck O' Brains.