I felt one thing within the ten hours that I played of Baldur's Gate 2: Enhanced Edition: frustration. Bitter, difficult, and unrelenting frustration. I'm a huge fan of getting nostalgic, especially when it comes to videogames. Sixty hours of turn-based combat in Fire Emblem? No problem. But to really enjoy a game, you need more than passive, inanimate respect for structure and mechanics. It requires a certain nameless excitement. Sometimes, we call it “fun.” But as I sat playing Baldur's Gate 2 on a borrowed PC from my university's library, I couldn’t grasp any sort of joy, ecstasy, or insight. Everything felt … outdated. Unprovocative.
In the grand scheme of things, I realize, this does not matter. “English major chooses CliffsNotes over Billy Budd” is not really a headline. But something interesting seems to be at play … let’s take the combat, for example. A total onslaught of magic and swords emerged in front of me, but where was I in this mess? I was a little arrow, hovering above my pixellated team and clicking, clicking, clicking. Minsc, the party's tank, screamed, "Make way villainy, a hero is coming through!" as we encountered another idiot horde. I shared little of his excitement.
Only thirteen years ago, Baldur’s Gate 2 was considered one of videogames’ greatest achievements. Yet even through a thick, half-feigned veil of historical respect, I couldn’t enjoy Baldur's Gate 2. Its awards and accolades only add to my confusion. Why isn’t this equation balancing? Or really, at what point is this my fault?