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Bientôt l’été is a videogame for two players. Two players who pretend to be lovers. They pretend to be lovers separated from each other by lightyears of deep space. They have lonely walks along the shore of a simulated ocean, thinking wistful thoughts of each other. Thoughts from ancient Earth literature by Marguerite Duras.
The empty beach, the strong wind, the gentle music and a small colony of electric seagulls are their only companions. Yet their heart is full and their mind confused. Walk along the shore, until they meet the emptiness.
When it all becomes too much, they run towards each other. Enabled by intergalactic networks, they touch each other’s holographic bodies in cyberspace. A surreal game of chess becomes the apparatus through which they, man and woman, can talk. The words they have were given to them, as they have always been to lovers everywhere.
The sea remains, tugging at their hearts when not at their hairs and clothes, as it itself is tugged by the virtual moon. And as great as the desire for the other may be, they cannot stay away from the wind and the waves and the sand. Every time they find a new treasure. An abandoned tennis field. An heap of coal. A dead dog. Ordinary. Absurd. Meaningless. Yet comforting.
Enter a café, exit a villa, enter a casino, exit the ruin of an ancient colonial mansion. We know this is not real. So it doesn’t surprise us. Nothing surprises us. It doesn’t matter when you feel the pain of love. Of being in love, of falling in love, of leaving in love. There is no such thing as time. There is only love. And it never stops. No matter how much it hurts.
The empty beach, the strong wind, the gentle music and a small colony of electric seagulls are their only companions. Yet their heart is full and their mind confused. Walk along the shore, until they meet the emptiness.
When it all becomes too much, they run towards each other. Enabled by intergalactic networks, they touch each other’s holographic bodies in cyberspace. A surreal game of chess becomes the apparatus through which they, man and woman, can talk. The words they have were given to them, as they have always been to lovers everywhere.
The sea remains, tugging at their hearts when not at their hairs and clothes, as it itself is tugged by the virtual moon. And as great as the desire for the other may be, they cannot stay away from the wind and the waves and the sand. Every time they find a new treasure. An abandoned tennis field. An heap of coal. A dead dog. Ordinary. Absurd. Meaningless. Yet comforting.
Enter a café, exit a villa, enter a casino, exit the ruin of an ancient colonial mansion. We know this is not real. So it doesn’t surprise us. Nothing surprises us. It doesn’t matter when you feel the pain of love. Of being in love, of falling in love, of leaving in love. There is no such thing as time. There is only love. And it never stops. No matter how much it hurts.
System requirements for PC
Minimum:
- OS:XP
- Processor:2 Ghz
- Memory:2 GB RAM
- Graphics:Geforce 7600, Radeon X1600
- Hard Drive:500 MB HD space
Recommended:
- OS:7
- Processor:3 Ghz
- Memory:3 GB RAM
System requirements for macOS
Minimum:
- OS:10.6.8
- Processor:2 Ghz
- Memory:2 GB RAM
- Graphics:Geforce 7600, Radeon X1600
- Hard Drive:500 MB HD space
Recommended:
- OS:10.6.8
- Processor:3 Ghz
- Memory:3 GB RAM
Last Modified: Oct 8, 2024
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Translated by
Microsoft from Deutsch
Microsoft from Deutsch
"Bientôt l 'été" is Art-at least that's what it means.
First, we choose a male or a female Character. We start on a blinded Beach. We look into the Distance. We listen to the constant Swell. We turn around and see a Building. We walk towards it and enter it. We're sitting in front of a Chessboard. On the Right, two empty wine Glasses and a Box of Gauloises without a filter. In this light blue that we missed outside in the Sky. We take a Pawn and can only put it in certain Fields. The Fields stand for Words, for a Sentence, for a statement.
"I would like to have a Glass of Wine" for example or "What could we do?" Or even quite offensively "The Sea." We say this Phrase to our Chess Partner, who sits opposite us as a Kind Of Hologram. This should actually be another Player, from the vast expanses of the online internet. But Since no one can be found, the Computer takes over. We talk to each other, in choppy Phrases of no Consequence. The two of us are a Couple, a separate Couple, a one-way couple who are now talking to each other again. Or at least the Appearance of it. We give ourselves a Wine. We say a Phrase. We smoke Gauloises Without Filters.
We go out of the House, find a Radio on the Beach. The Radio disappears and we find a new Pawn that allows for new Phrases. But We look at the Sea again. And into the Distance.
This Non-game is reminiscent of Films by Eric Rohmer In which two Women talk about Relationship issues, stir for hours in their Coffee Mugs and run cello sonatas to it. They say Sentences, meaningless Sentences that work deeply because they take themselves so important. In Reality, they are nothing, empty, irrelevant. They are a State, not a Language Plot.
With Texts by Marguerite Duras, which might as well come from THE Night Program of RTL2. For by the Fact that they have been taken so completely out of context, nothing but Stupidity is left.
And that's Pseudo-art. This is an Attitude that has little to do with Intelligence. The only Claim is still. This is for People who still think that if they smoke in the Gauloises street Café Without a filter, they are already Artists. That has stopped. In an 80s attitude that has nothing to do with Art that is just pure Irrelevance and Laziness. This is decadent in the deepest Soul, for it only leans back in a pseudo-elitist Complacency. That's just Jurisdiction, that's just empty Mask.
Rating: 5/10 Atmosphere 2/10 Story 4/10 Graphic 5/10 Sound 3/10 Game Mechanics-/10 Balancing 3/10 Game Pass Conclusion: Kitsch Art of Sensigiability.
3/10 Overall Rating