We watched the Indiana Jones trilogy over the weekend — well, sort of. Everyone voted to skip ahead to Last Crusade after about 50 minutes of Temple of Doom. (We watched it long enough to see the movie’s one amusing moment — Indy groping a statue instead of Kate Capshaw — before deciding we’d be better off pretending that chapter of the series never happened.)
Anyway, in the course of our viewing I finally realized why video games are still a ways behind film as “art.” The answer is so simple I can’t believe I hadn’t figured it already: Video games lack Wilhelm Screams. That classic high-pitched yowl, injected randomly into each and every one of our nation’s murder simulators, would go a long way toward legitimizing the medium. This is truth.