The only thing I remember about the Force Unleashed 1 was popping it in, and noting how most of the enemies could take several lightsaber slashes to the torso and still stand back up to shoot at you afterward.
After that, I promptly returned my rental copy, and decided that absolutely nothing good can come of the Star Wars franchise from that point forward. If they don't care about even the most basic things in their fantasy universe (laser swords can cut through anything), then why the fuck should I?
It's contradictions like these that dispel the illusion you're trying to create with your game; reminding us that we paid money for these experiences, and how they don't fit into the rules/logic of your own universe. Now instead of a cool tie-in game, we have a marketing switcheroo.
If you were a fan of the series, then you probably felt like you just got scammed.
A week or two later, I did happen upon my friend playing the 360 version, and was unfortunate to watch him flounder with the retardedly poor controls at the point where you pull down an entire Star Destroyer with your mind.
The scene was supposed to be badass and awesome, but all it did was make me laugh out loud.
Laugh at how godawful the controls were ("You can't pull it down until it's PICTURE PERFECTLY ALIGNED"), how laughably worthless the story and characters were, and how amazingly broken and shallow the gameplay was.
The fact that there's now a sequel leads me to believe that there are far more gullible fucks out in the world than I thought possible. But I'm not depressed. I'm not even angry.
I'm merely disappointed.
