In Hollywood's sudden dash to adapt every video game in existence - Warcraft, Assassin's Creed, Lara Croft - there's been a notable silence from one corner, occupied by 2K Games' towering Bioshock series. Yet, film just seems so unnecessary a medium when it comes to the Bioshock franchise, a strong candidate for the most cinematic piece of gaming ever released; rich in its objectivism-skewering narrative, in its decaying grandeur, in its tense, insidious atmosphere. But, if there's a craving unsatisfied, at least indulge yourself in the recently unleashed Bioshock: The Collection; which renders this cinematic peak in gaming into something even more akin to the epic glamour of the silver screen, bringing together the entire trilogy of games and their respective DLCs. Bioshock - the first installment - is nothing short of jaw-dropping in its carefully remastered new form. Returning now is to experience it entirely anew, to feel the sudden intake of breath as you first break the water's surface after the opening's devastating plane crash and take glimpse of the awaiting vista; the towering flames erupting from the wreckage only to be engulfed by the rich silk of the night, and looming out of the darkness - a lighthouse.