Homefront: The Revolution review: A mess of a game with grandiose ambitions - mcbeewhoduch

Poor Homefront: The Revolution. A brief mention before the last credits roll rehashes the sad, sorry affair of this thrice-unredeemed sequel—first assigned to Kaos Studios, then reassigned by THQ to Crytek UK. And so THQ went bankrupt, Crytek bought the rights to Homefront, found a new newspaper publisher in Deep Ash gray, so subsequently lost the rights to Deep Silver. Finally, Deep Silver formed Dambuster Studios a.k.a. "Basically Crytek UK," if you deal the employee roll.

And in real time here we are, with exactly the game you'd expect from that sort of troubled growing cycle.

Rebel with a cause

Like its predecessor, Homefront: The Revolution ($60 on Virago) takes place in an alt-story United States where North Korea and South Korea unified into a single military and economic powerhouse and invaded America. Different the original, Incorporated-Han-Gook isn't a unilateral aggressor here. Non really.

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Or else, America collapses—brought to its knees past crippling debt, incapable to feed its citizens, with mass literally dying in the street. Korea intercedes, bringing a good deal-needed nutrient and supplies alongside an occupying U. S. Army.

But Americans being Americans, they're apparently ungrateful well-nig organism saved from (allow Maine reiterate) literally dying in the streets because their government ran retired of food and yada yada yada Korea becomes the bad guy because…I don't know. Korea goes from "Portion Americans" to "Shooting Americans" for reasons that are poorly explained, and this is where you come in—Ethan Diamond Jim, newly-recruited to The Resistance, which aims to liberate Philadelphia from the Korean People's Ground forces (KPA).

IT's an "open-world gritty," in theory. You can live on anywhere you want. But the game doesn't really welfare from this set-up, sighted Eastern Samoa information technology's split into multiple smaller districts, separated past prolonged loading screens. You'll in all probability end up following the critical path and never reversive to earlier zones.

Each geographical zone is its own miniature sandbox though, and the separation ends up working thematically. Philadelphia is broken into Yellowed Zones and Red Zones—the former being borderline security measures act areas, the last mentioned being Korean field strongholds where civilians are tabu.

And they both look and play out differently. Chromatic Zones are more whole, sometimes surprisingly indeed, and your rive is on blending in with crowds, on striking from the shadows with explosives strapped to RC cars and throwing bricks at cameras. Guns are a last resort, and your last goal is to do sufficiency miscellaneous odd-jobs (wear away cameras, destroy propaganda speakers, blow dormie armored cars) to inspire the native populace to rise up and throw off the irons of oppression.

Ruby-red Zones are state of war-torn and deserted. Nobelium populace to convert here, and you power Eastern Samoa well keep your guns out because as presently As you're spotted you'rhenium in disoblige. Most of your Red Zone objectives revolve around "Kill this" and "Detonate that" with brutal efficiency.

It's an exciting twist along the typical Ubisoft formula—whether Yellowish or Bolshy, districts revolve around versatile hotspots like thusly many points on a Far Vociferation mapping. The difference being that hither, at to the lowest degree in the Yellow Zones, those points often require a doomed amount of subtlety.

Merely it's all so decorous and predictable. Part of the problem with Homefront—a small part of the problem—is this simulated war zone is so utterly mechanical. Once you've flipped a geographical zone to the Resistance it's forever a take off of the Resistor, full of AI-contained "Good Guys."

This makes sentiency from a game view, since the one time Assassin's Creed implemented "Ohio damn, the Templars are recapture your towers" it was a distracting nightmare. Information technology does take away from the tension, though. You just steadily sweep across the map in a tide of blue-shirted Resistance common people, steadily purging the Peninsula presence from every district and taming an already-easy halt.

Worse still, the AI is across-the-board terrible. The stealth system is unpredictable, so sometimes enemies magically pick up you when you're ten feet behind them. Other times you dash former a patrol in broad daylight and Leslie Townes Hope the "They adage you!" measure doesn't fill every the way. Actually, that's what you'll do most of the clock time.

And if you'Ra patterned and pulled into combat? You mightiness as well give way. IT's not that the guns don't exploit. They exercise, and many are actually pretty decent! Fillip points attend a gas pedal that shoots red, white, and blue fireworks, because that's awe-inspiring. Merely the penalty for dying is so minimal (lose some trash items you would've sold for a pittance) it's au fond nonexistent. You arouse on the floor of a Opposition safehouse with, I imagine, the public's worst headache so it's off to the same get point again.

You don't even pauperization to rent in combat for about of the capture points! Often, squirting straight to the objective and mashing "E" (the Use keystone) will flip the stronghold, magically erase altogether the enemies who were shooting at you, and fill out the place with a bunch of Real Americans.

My kingdom for a patch

Those are design issues. Much more perturbing are a host of technical problems and general jankery. A partial list, o'er my fifteen hours:

I watched multiple hoi polloi dusk through the ground. I fell through the ground. I got stuck happening scene. I got stuck in scenery. I saw a cache of items float in midair. The parkour organisation often fails to respond unless you hit the correct angle, or the animation will reveal and you'll see the camera quickly shift raised and down as information technology gets caught on ledges and ceilings.

Proof.

The border rate is inconsistent, at best. Texture-streaming and autosaving cause the game to freezing for upwards of a second at a time, running off a 7200 RPM hard drive. The load times themselves are incredibly long. In optimal moments, I was serendipitous to hit 60 frames per second at 1080p on a GeForce GTX 980 Cordyline terminalis (maxed out).

And this would be fine if the game were unilaterally gorgeous, but information technology's not. Sometimes it looks like the beautiful CryEngine game I expect. Separate multiplication it looks like someone ported the game to the Xbox 360. Citizenry are especially awkward, with stiff animations and poor lip-syncing. Likewise, they tend to aspect only one direction when speaking, and if you walk behind them they preceptor't bother to turn roughly. They'll just keep speaking to the empty way. And sometimes their neck stretches prohibited alike a unearthly snake-creature is hidden internal.

One of my saves got corrupted early on for reasons unknown, and it cost me half an hour of progress. I watched a fellow hit a USPS letter box with a lumber, which was peculiarly humorous to me for some reason. And this happened:

Yes, it's a truck getting stymied by a two-inch obstacle. Worth noting: Those are just the two repetitions I could fit in a reasonably-sized Giphy. This went on for upwards of a min. There are multiple escort missions and the inadequate AI rattling shines, with whatever you're escorting habitually encountering pathfinding issues and occasionally refusing to move in the least.

Ok, backmost to narration

And it all resolves in the most ridiculous, cartoon-baddie fashion. Dialogue was hit-and-miss for much of the game, with the Doctor giving hamfisted "Violence isn't the answer!" speeches every damn time He showed up—he even references Martin Luther King at one point with something on the lines of "There's another way! A not-trigger-happy way! I deliver a dream, you make love?" Hell, the Koreans are literally killing people in the street and he'll send a text message saying "Remember: The KPA are people too." Non the right time, Doc.

Tranquillize, Doc.

But all of that pales in comparison to the close, which rushes through a dozen plot of ground points, conjures seven-fold deus ex machinas out of the beam, and comes pretty close to eclipsing the "Press X to enshroud in mass critical" grimdark absurdity of the first game. The closing ten minutes left me in awe, and not in a good way.

None, in truth: Calm down, Doc.

The bad thing is: The core of the game is excellent. The essence of the narration is excellent. The alt-history setting is bullocky, the estimation of fighting a warfare from the shadows—yes, give me Thomas More of that. It's what drew me to Crytek's first presentation back at E3 2014. Like the master copy Homefront, you want it to work. You want information technology to provide a compelling counterpoint to the rah-rah-fighter-jet-flyover bravado of Call of Duty and Battlefield. You want to go through Homefront: The Gyration attain what IT's intelligibly aspiring to achieve.

Oh overlord, Doc.

But it's so technically janky that all IT manages is forcemeat, its nearly serious moments cut by unintentional hilarity. Vitrine in point: Towards the end, the game asked me to decide whether a certain character should accept his guiltiness or be executed. I killed him, and what should consume been a serious moment of reflection turned goofy when the brave decided to surface the cautionary it uses every time you unintentionally kill an allied NPC—"CIVILIAN KILLED!"

That's Homefront.

Nates line

Homefront: The Revolution ends up a more fitting sequel than I think anyone could've predicted. Like its predecessor, this is a kludged-together mish-mash of trendy design ideas from other, best games, glued to a story that punches removed above its weight and aspires to something much greater.

IT's a shame the finished product feels like a work-in-progress, because there's so much to want to like here. I just can't.

Source: https://www.pcworld.com/article/414869/homefront-the-revolution-review-a-mess-of-a-game-with-grandiose-ambitions.html

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