Over the course of the past few months, I have marked off a few games which I probably should have played a few years ago. I am, as you might have guessed if you read my note on remasters from last week, talking about the Uncharted games. In a short period of time, I worked my way through Nathan Drake’s first three adventures, and have now completed his tale in A Thief’s End.
Well, something had to be left off the list: there were simply too many games. From August onwards we were buried under a huge pile of games that were not just hugely exciting, but typically expansive and demanding in review terms. Uncharted 3: Drake’s Deception was as exciting a prospect as the rest, but it slipped through the net anyway.
But then, in this generation of scant exclusives, Uncharted is the single well established bragging point for Playstation owners: the perfect, colourful, lightish-hearted counterpoint to the 360’s one major new exclusive (Gears of War, dummy). It’s the birthright of any Playstation 3 owner and, as we have already established is quite good. And the third instalment was always likely to continue on that theme. And it does.