A game that truly knows its audience and makes little effort to lure in stiff-necked skeptics to its particular school of bureaucratic thought.
The Combo Lab allows for beneficial augmentation of attacks, adding instrumental bonuses like health boosts to certain strike patterns.
For a series that deals mainly in touchy transgressions and dubious betrayals, Mistresses is awash in a yawn-inducing flatness.
It expends lasting suspense by providing us with all the hard facts we need up front, granting us an invitation to leave the party early.
Monster Games has wisely opted to widen the game’s accessibility to the younger, more-likely-to-own-a-3DS crowd by introducing an easier mode of play.
The majority of Last Light’s missions are best handled via meticulously planned sneak-distraction tactics that allow for beneficial advantages when the mandatory high-octane action does bubble up to the surface.
It isn’t a sophisticated comedy by any means, but its overall lightheartedness manages to save it from becoming completely dull.
Small Black successfully avoids a sophomore slump by harnessing their various sonic inclinations.
This is a game that’s most arresting when experienced alone, its grim story one of intensifying emptiness and detachment.
It’s a severely undercooked convergence of idiotic plots and botched one-liners, rarely striving to do something the slightest bit original.
The inept absence of voiceovers leaves the game with a par-cooked, half-empty aura that’s never furnished with an opportunity to expand.
It becomes apparent early on that Riptide’s narrative is basically a hurriedly scribbled footnote on the bottom of a blood-stained manifesto.
It’s the tender, realistic moments where Rectify thrives, distinguishing itself from the bulk of other series with similar subject matter.
This is NetherRealm Studios’s galumphing valentine to diehard comic-book and gaming enthusiasts alike.
With Desperate Ground, the Thermals return to their rough-edged roots and never look back.
Defiance is akin to watching the Cantina scenes from Star Wars indolently re-scripted and reenacted by amateurs.
Guacamelee! craftily punches, kicks, and pile-drives its way into the heart with undeviating aplomb.
This new Starz program, with its dynamic, eccentric, and haughtily egotistical main character, defiles history with its macabre absurdity.
Not since Super Mario 3D Land has the 3D slider been put to such good use; conclusively, the enhancing of the 3D effects is less of an eye-piercing distraction than an unruffled visual polishing.
Ride Your Heart is an above-average debut that proves the Calvin sisters are willing to shed a good deal of their rough exteriors.