Televisions? Assault rifles? Corporations? Cars? Trains? Helicopters? Submarines? A space rocket?! Woah, Shinra is like something out of Star Trek!
Oh, wait. We have all those things. We’ve had all those things for quite a while. It’s almost as if FFVII isn’t really futuristic at all. It’s almost as if it was based on present day technology. If that!
I mean, seriously, they have one rocket that only gets into space once and that’s mid-game. They haven’t been to the moon and the rocket doesn’t even look as good as our rockets!
The only really futuristic thing in the game is the automatic slidey-open doors that are straight from Star Trek. But guess what? Metal Gear Solid 3 had those too. That was set in 1964. I don’t see you calling that cyberpunk.
There is admittedly the robots, but for the most part, they’re more League of Extraordinary Gentlemen than they are Robocop. I mean, if anything, the theme is closer to steampunk – look at the freaking cars. But I wouldn’t even label the game steampunk.
The Mako reactors aren’t even especially futuristic. Sure, the magical glowing fuel source is a little out of this world, but the way it’s used and created doesn’t look totally unfamiliar.
To be fair, the awful, retcon-filled Compilation hasn’t helped this misunderstanding. There are parts of Dirge of Cerberus (picture above) that could be confused with Star Wars. But there’s nothing like that in the original game. So, let’s all agree to stop calling Final Fantasy VII what it isn’t.
Other lessons learned from replaying a fourteen year old RPG:
- It really can’t ever be remade on current-gen hardware. It is impossible. So please shut up about any remake.
- It’s not nostalgia talking – modern JRPGs really do suck.
- Aeris (Yes, with an ‘s’) is pushy and confident. She is not the soft, submissive and girly white mage stereotype people associate with the character. Tifa is closer to being that and she beats robots to death with her bare hands.
- It is rather embarrassing to realise after fourteen years that you never noticed the difference in complexion between Barret and his ‘daughter’.