Balls of Fury review

Nov 14, 2007

Plick, plock, plick, plock, plick, plock, "Tell grandma to bring the car around". Plick, plock, plick, plock, "Tell grandma to bring the car around". Plick, plock, plick, plock, plick, plock "Tell grandma to bring the car arou - mwaaaaaaaah!"

That last sound, in case you're wondering, is the noise of a normally happy-go-lucky gamer being pushed over the edge and having to commit a heinous act of physical violence upon a random hapless victim within reach. What preceded said sound was the source of his discomfort: Balls Of Fury.

Seeing as how this is a table tennis game based on a movie whose sole point of comic note is that Christopher Walken turns up in it pretending to be Chinese, we didn't have high hopes, but this? Playing Balls of Fury for the first time is a bit like the scenes in CSI when the crime team turn up to find eight corpses minced up in tiny pieces on the carpet and someone mutters under their breath "Good God, what happened here?"