A review of the PlayStation 4 [The Daily Beast] / by Alec Kubas-Meyer

PS4 with controller and camera

Wherein I refer to the Playstation 4 as a "svelte little rhombus."

I expected to like the PlayStation 4. Ever since Sony announced it, I've been following with great interest. Ever since E3, where they absolutely trashed Microsoft during their big conference, I've been fascinated. I received a PlayStation 4 three days before it was released at a review event in New York City. As an introduction to the gaming press, it was pretty crazy and is probably worth documenting at some point. Sony essentially rented out the top half of the Standard Hotel in Chelsea for two full days. I can't even imagine what the bill for that looked like.

At the end of it all, I was given PlayStation 4 and some games/accessories to go along with it. I also received a messenger bag, a sweatshirt, and a vest. [And they engraved the PS4 for me.] I felt kind of weird about that, to be honest, but I've kept them all. It didn't really impact my feeling on the console (if anything, the pageantry of the whole event was off-putting), but it felt strange all the same. Every single person there received exactly the same package, and more than a few tweeted about it to their thousands of followers. I didn't do that.

I only had a few full days to really get into the system before hunkering down and writing, and those days were spent living and breathing PlayStation. The embargo went up a couple of days before, but I thought it was more important to spend the time than to be first, and my editor agreed.