This month I’ve mainly been playing Shooty Skies, a shooter from the creators of Crossy Road, the voxellated Frogger clone inspired by primitivist succès de scandale Flappy Bird. And I like it. But I read it as a warning.
More than its predecessors, Shooty Skies is a proper game. If you grew up on Xevious, Raiden, Mars Rising or Espgaluda, you’ll beat the casual crowd’s high scores. More than a proper game, though, it’s a satire. You’re attacked by smartphones, lolcats, arcade machines, TVs spewing gouts of static, toasters firing pop tarts, and cash tills scattering change. A bald eagle labelled ‘FREEDOM’ in red, white and blue rains down cars, hamburgers and guided missiles.
At the end of Antonioni’s Zabriskie Point, the protagonist, Daria, watches a desert villa explode, propelling…
