Climbing without a safety net. Shooting without a second bullet. I Am Alive takes video game realism to a brutal new extreme, but is that extreme worth your time? Our review has the answer...
As a species, humans are easily bowled over by originality. Just look at what happened when the world encountered Spore: otherwise ordinary people would press the game into your face and shriek “GENIUS!” until they collapsed in exhaustion, weeping salty, jubilant tears. The brazen originality of i-Fluid is its most alluring feature: you’re a sentient water droplet in a Micro Machines-style kitchen.
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posted January 15, 2004
You can keep your Tenchu. Stick your Crouching Tiger where the sun don't shine. Forget stealth kills and sneaking around - what ninja games really need are masked men with inflated heads rolling around attached to bowling balls and boxing matches between giant mechs. Honest, they do. Really.I-Ninja's a curious concoction. Being the product of co-operation between Namco and UK coders Argonaut and published by Sony. The thing is it feels like a Namco game right away - bold, brash and brilliantly
We know what you're thinking: another movie game just means a new high-water mark for the Ocean of Suck. Hold your horses: Ice Age 2 might not be terribly memorable or innovative in the slightest, but its run-and-jump levels will melt the hearts of kiddies, no sweat.
Most of the time, players control Scrat, the ever-twitching prehistoric squirrel-rat that always seems to be finding or inadvertently causing trouble. Controlling this wide-eyed bundle of energy is a breeze, because all his moves
You might think that decent licensed platform games died out with the dinosaurs. But Activision has experienced reasonable success recently with the likes of Kung Fu Panda, and Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs follows in the same vein by delivering another competent slice of platforming action. In fact, it might have been a bit of a mini-classic if only the difficulty level had been ramped up a bit.
ICO is an expertly crafted, beautiful game that shames soulless tripe such as 50 Cent: Bulletproof and the like by challenging your brain, your thumbs and, ultimately, your emotions. What's more, it's just been re-released.
It strikes such a fine line between frustration and intoxicating beauty. You'll curse the clumsy combat, but your senses will be so spellbound by the bewildering scale and unearthly allure of it all that you'll immediately forgive its shortcomings. The undeniable fact is
Has it really
been an entire decade since Team Ico first pinged our radar? In that time, the
Sony development outfit has given us just two games, but they’ve been two of
the most beloved, highly regarded adventures ever to appear on the PlayStation
2. And now, finally, they’ve been packaged together in what may be the most
eagerly anticipated HD collection to hit the PS3...
Like one of the hybrid monsters in the film this is based on, Igor The Game is a hodgepodge of ideas. There’s monster battling, monster creation and some Dr. Mario-ish puzzling. Unfortunately, none of these are implemented very well. Monster creation is a matter of bolting together limbs, but the graphics are so poor that even if you try to build something graceful it’ll end up looking like a pile of boxes.
In the future, we will all race as giant, fighting robots - that much we know. Victory won't depend as much on speed as it will survival via combined team tactics, cunning strategy, and the ability to crush a helpless enemy so far into the asphalt that their face melts.
The Immortal Grand Prix is the year 2049's answer to our generation's NASCAR Chase for the Cup, with the redneck factor ratcheted down a few notches. As Team Satomi, you're put square in the middle of the maelstrom of a
If you've been to a live drag racing event, you know how the smell of tire rubber, the roar of engines, and the excitement of the crowd simply don't translate well to TV broadcasts. The small screen just can't do the spectacle justice. Likewise, the IHRA Drag Racing videogame series can't seem to capture anything but the most basic flavor of the spectacle.
Drag racing, for the uninitiated, is about more than strapping yourself to a zillion-horsepower rocket engine and crossing the finish line
