Crazy golf isn%26rsquo;t the most hilarious thing at the best of times - it%26rsquo;s a glorified cr%26egrave;che for holidaymakers%26rsquo; children. But Oxygen would claim they%26rsquo;re in on the joke. They know that crazy golf is held in little regard, which is why they made it all so dreadfully tacky. Not rubbish, mind - it%26rsquo;s ironic.
Those jaggy graphics that look sharp enough to saw plywood? That%26rsquo;s tongue in cheek, that is. Probably an achingly smart commentary on the lawsuit-attracting quality of mini-golf safety regulations. And the repetitive cut-outs clumsily tossed in as background filler? No doubt it%26rsquo;s a humorous swipe at mini-golf%26rsquo;s tendency to rely on clich%26eacute;d course furniture. Oh Oxygen, you slay us.
Done in the name of irony you can get away with graphical murder, right? Er, no. Saying that you intended to make a completely crappy game is no excuse to rob gamers of hard-earned cash that could be spent on something more entertaining than this. Like paying a thug to repeatedly beat you with a sock full of coins.
That aside, how can Oxygen expect us to excuse horrendous controls that decrease swing power as you draw the remote back and a camera that can%26rsquo;t keep up with something as technically baffling as a coloured circle moving across landscapes an N64 would snigger at, meaning you%26rsquo;ve no idea where your hit went wrong. An abomination.
Jul 31, 2008