I replayed Final Fantasy IV recently. Not such a great idea. As with many things in life, especially old JRPGs, sometimes it's best to leave experiences to one's memory, where nostalgia ferments. And so I'll regard FFIV favorably, from the perspective of a younger me, one who found nuggets of storytelling brilliance in places where now I'd only see 16-bit pantomimes. Regardless of which lens I'm equipped with, the facts remain: FFIV showcases Uematsu's budding compositional genius, it's chock full of adorable characters meeting their untimely ends, and it was one of the first console video games to really truly take its story seriously. When Rosa visits Cecil in his room, when the twins turn themselves to stone to save the rest of your party, when Kain returns to his senses and begins fighting by your side again. Its luster may have faded over time, but for assuring me of my love for RPGs and for establishing the video game story as something that shouldn't be scoffed at, Final Fantasy IV's relevance hasn't diminished in the slightest.
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