Sobering Houston documentary pulls no punches
THE past half-decade or so in gaming has seen a steady flow of a new era of charming, thoughtful and ultimately magnificent side-scrolling platformers.
Games like Ori and the Blind Forest, Celeste and Inside have positively wowed critics and gamers alike, ushering in a time of great innovation for the humble side-scroller.
Unravel Two feels like an altogether more grown-up version of 2016’s equally beautiful but directionless Unravel. Whereas Unravel represented something akin to aesthetic tourism, Unravel Two emerges as a fully-fledged puzzle platformer.
The most immediately noticeable addition to the Unravel formula is the inclusion of a second playable Yarny character - the diminutive yarn character that stole our hearts in the first game.
While a second Yarny affords the player the luxury of completing the entire campaign alongside a friend, this is by no means mandatory nor a detriment to the game experience should you wish to play alone.
In fact, playing with a friend often results in janky and imprecise movements, but what is lost in precision is often gained in hilarity.
Your character’s abilities are pretty much a mirror image of the first game.
Yarny’s arsenal of effortless traversal abilities still feel as delightfully satisfying as in the previous title, though with the addition of a second playable character many of these abilities have been amplified.
For instance, one character can now function as a movable anchor for the other character, extending Yarny’s ability to cross seemingly impassable gaps.
Unravel Two is quite simply a game of staggering beauty. While there is no explicit story to speak of, it does seem as though your journey through the game is mimicing that of two teenagers, who’s comparatively gigantic frames appear in the background as ethereal shapes; ghostly memories who only ever hint at a mysterious narrative.
The focal length of the camera employed throughout the game really helps to impress a sense of breathtaking scale upon the viewer.
There is no doubt that Unravel Two is one of gaming’s ultimate triumphs concerning the perfect marriage of both form and function. MY first lingering memory of Whitney Houston was an infectious smile framed by tumbling curls of caramel hair telling me – and anyone who would listen – that she wanted to dance with somebody.
The whole world danced with Houston in the summer of 1987, propelling her to the top of the charts in numerous countries including the UK Staccato bursts of that rousing dance floor anthem open Kevin Macdonald’s revealing documentary, which arrives one year after Nick Broomfield and Rudi Dolezal’s poignant film Whitney: Can I Be Me.
The two portraits of doomed musical genius share some narrative threads including the importance of best friend Robyn Crawford to Houston’s well-being, and the spiral of self-destruction which followed her marriage to bad boy singer Bobby Brown.
Macdonald’s heart-breaking film is the only account of Houston’s life and career officially supported by her estate and includes original studio recordings and never-before-seen footage alongside live performances recorded by the late singer.
The Scottish director of One Day In September has been granted unrivalled access to the family’s archives and he lovingly assembles personal home movie footage, which reveals the humour and the anguish behind the polished stage persona.
Whitney shows boundless affection for its luminous subject but Macdonald’s absorbing film is by no means a hagiography: unflattering images of Houston in a stupor are juxtaposed with one of her latter performances when she failed to hit the high notes in her cover version of I Will Always Love You.
There are strong echoes of the deeply moving, Oscar-winning documentary Amy as a glittering star falls back to Earth with a sickening thud.
What sets apart this meticulous sift through family albums from other character studies is the suggestion that Houston’s downfall may have been precipitated by child abuse when she was growing up.
In one of the film’s most eye-opening sections, friends and family members go as far as to name the person they believe was responsible for shattering Houston’s childhood innocence.
Equally sobering are on-camera interviews with her brothers, who recall taking drugs with Houston, and the inescapable feeling that no one in her entourage was willing to step forward and drag her back from the brink of oblivion when her gruelling touring schedule paid their wages.
Houston’s parents, John and Cissy, cast a long shadow over her career and both figures are strong presences in Macdonald’s film.
Euphoric live performances including her breath-taking rendition of the Star-Spangled Banner at the 1991 Super Bowl are a desperately sad reminder of the immense talent we all lost on February 11, 2012, when the singer accidentally drowned in a hotel room bath tub.
The world will continue to dance with somebody at Houston’s behest.
Her vocals soar to dizzying heights and Macdonald’s upsetting film follows her most of the way.
RATING: 8/10