Monkey off my back.

The successor to Battlefield 1942, Battlefield 2, was just released. What better time to finally get this damn BF1942 review off my back. I put a lot of hours into BF1942. Not anytime recently, mind you, having eventually become completely disgusted with it. Early on, though, I was even looking to it as a possible means of transitioning a few of my softcore gamer friends into more hardcore shooters. BF1942 could be construed as a gateway game. It's immediately playable, and once someone gets in and accustomed to it, it seems just a short step to get them into something more substantial, dangling the carrot: "Try this. You'll like it, it's like BF1942" ... only better.

Alas, my duplicitous affair with the game bore little success. Here I am, over 2 years later, still playing Op Flashpoint by myself, while DICE saunters out their new bug-riddled opus.

But I'm not a sore loser.

Ok, I'm a sore loser. But I nevertheless would still like to see Battlefield 2 deliver the unfulfilled potential of its predecessor. I say in the review that I really loved the idea of BF1942, but that ultimately I couldn't help feeling that I was going to have to wait for the 3rd or 4th generation of sequels before it really delivered. I welcome the progression towards large-scale tactical combat, and if EA does nothing else redeeming in this universe (which is likely), at least they can keep funding the pursuit of that goal.

Go read the BF1942 review.