If’ there’s anything as fascinating is the incubation of a triple-A game – something exposed in spectacular fashion last weekend by the GTA 6 drama, with leaks that stripped away the gloss and exposed the wheels and cogs (as well as the ignorance of how exactly video games are made, something we could all do a better job of educating each other on) – it’s the afterlife of a modern-day blockbuster. Even better when it’s one as derided as Cyberpunk 2077 was at launch.
Why exactly CD Projekt’s sci-fi spectacular was the subject of such ire when it launched at the tail-end of 2020 is a topic too multifaceted to properly unpick with the 600 or so words we have here; there was some righteous anger about the appalling working conditions Cyberpunk 2077 was made under at times, a hype cycle that even the most accomplished of games would buckle under, a more than messy launch as it awkwardly straddled two generations of hardware and, ultimately, a good old-fashioned pile-on that obscured all else. There’s rarely room for nuance in internet discourse, and the noise around Cyberpunk 2077’s launch is proof perfect of that.
Apologies for blowing our own trumpet, but I was and remain immensely proud of Chris Tapsell’s review for us which managed to toe a line between all that chaos, drawing no small amount of ire himself for putting a Recommended badge on a game deemed to be an affront to so many. Games are vast, complex things, pulled along by moving parts most of us would struggle to understand; the results are often lumpy, but it’s also possible for a game to be broken and brilliant at the same time. Maybe that’s why the contrarian in me loves them so much.