The concept is a good one, and you glimpse its potential whenever you're maligned for destroying things in your quest, but there's little analogue thinking to the experience, and no meaningful consequences in the moment. The practical effect is more akin to flipping a light switch on and off, though, so unless you bite your lip and tear up every time you illuminate the world or plunge it into darkness forever, it feels like a toggle for walls and platforms wherever the designers allowed them to appear. Mickey still has his squirting paintbrush, and the game pitches his ability to paint in the outlines of cartoons or erase them as a major moral choice. The same feeling pervades the 3D world of Wasteland, itself devoid of any interesting tests of traversal. The pace is slow enough to agonize, especially in the returning 2D trips through classic cartoons, like 1929's weird ' Skeleton Dance.' Here, in simpler scenery scrolling from right to left, you can sense the platforming for what it is: mundane, awkward and leaden. There's no momentum in his movement, no spring in his step, and he jumps with all the fervor of a turkey that just ate an entire turkey and hasn't been able to sleep for weeks because of a recent descent into cannibalism. Sadly, these claims of a better game are about as believable as the Mad Doctor's sudden turnaround, and Epic Mickey 2 slides into mediocrity after just a few steps.%Gallery-165274%Controlling Mickey Mouse is still a languid affair. The sequel promises an improved camera, more elaborate choices, a musical flair, a playable partnership with Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, and the same exquisite appreciation and restoration of Disney's dusty history. Mechanically, Mickey Mouse's house wasn't in order. The first game was tinged with a strange sadness as it caught up with characters discarded by their creators, though what empathy there was came in cutscenes more often than play. That's no cause for suspicion, surely.ĭisney Epic Mickey 2: The Power of Two is something of a second chance for Junction Point's series, at least to my mind.

And never mind that he just burst forth from the earth on a gigantic robot, just as the town broke in half.

He's changed his tune, he says and sings, convincing all within earshot that he's due for a second chance.

When an earthquake rattles the denizens of Wasteland, a melancholic dumping ground for Disney creations long forgotten, the Mad Doctor emerges with evil mustache intact – but a nicer public act.

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