Few games have the unique charm of the Guacamelee series. I’m incredibly thankful it is, in fact, now a series. Of course, I always hoped the independent DrinkBox Studios would return to the Mexi-verse, but with the talent so evidently present at the studio, I have no doubt there was any number of games they could have produced. And I’m almost certain they would have all been incredible.
Still, I am stoked to once again take on the role of Juan the half-man-half chicken, dimension shifting luchador. After doing a bang-up job recapping the conclusion of the previous game (making the sequel perfectly suitable for newcomers), we’re reintroduced to Juan, now an overweight, moustached family man, fondly reminiscing of the days of yore as he stands in front of his posters in the basement. The transition, jumping from an indestructible, shape-shifting Mexican wrestler at his peak to seven years later, Juan now a bored, middle-aged man with a gut overhanging his prized belt, reminded me how hilarious these games are.