“It’s the ‘80s all over again!” I hear this phrase at least twice in my playthrough of Battlefield Hardline, a shooter with delusions of police procedural sensibilities. Stoddard, a proverbial “dirty cop,” spits the line as a flippant dismissal to the rise of drug trafficking and violence in Miami. Later, on a fan boat in the everglades, the protagonist Mendoza sighs and delivers the phrase with tired acceptance before he proceeds to gun down whichever drug runners find themselves in his crosshairs.
I don’t suppose they’re wrong. As far as Battlefield Hardline is concerned, the 1980s may as well have never ended.