“The Wii is just a gimmick, it’ll never work.”
“Everybody will have forgot about it in two months time.”
Those two statements have been on the tip of my tongue for a long time now, and I’ve been spouting them to anyone who would listen for even longer. In retrospect I probably sounded like a crazed ex-Nintendo employee hell-bent on putting a stop to their massive success, but it seems even my misplaced educated guesses have proven to be slightly awry. And so it is I announce with a mix of self loathing and excitement that I actually do love the Wii.
But then again, what’s not to love? The first day I brought my Wii home, all happy and proud like a cat that just got a pudding of monumental proportions, my whole family had had a crack at it. The games were simple: a game of bowling here and tennis there, but it was that very mantra of simplicity that made it such fun to play. Then when I got it to myself I decided to discover the more intricate delights.
First of all, that controller. When you’re using the Nunchuck as well it just feels so nice, just so comfortable. Before now I thought that the 360 controller was the best thing since sliced sandwich stuff but now I’ve been converted. Never before have I been able to have one hand so far away from the other while playing a console. I admit it isn’t much of a selling point by itself; the ability to divorce one hand far away from the other, but when coupled with the rest of the little small touches it just makes up for a whole pleasing package.
The small touches. That’s really what it’s all about isn’t it? In a world of massive games companies pumping out consoles that have no personality and just raw unbridled power, the Wii bounces off all four walls of your living, does a triple back flip then invites your family to have a go. It’s clear from the first second of playing until the last that this is a labour of love.
I can comfortably say that Nintendo’s love is very infectious indeed.