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Revolution XBy: The J Man
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It started off as such a good thing. A game that combined two things I've wanted to see put together for a long time: guns and Aerosmith. Except in this game you're not using the guns on Aerosmith, no, worse, you're working for Aerosmith. Taking orders from Steven Tyler doesn't seem like my idea of a good time, even if those orders free you up to mow down a couple armies worth of faceless goons. And on the SNES, it's made even worse. Okay, first things first. Aerosmith was cool. There was a time. However, calling them "America's Premier Rock Band," as this game cites them to be, is probably stretching it. Their popularity was waning when this game was released, and once they were on the same Super Bowl stage with N-Sync, their death sentence was sealed. So Aerosmith had their moment of fame, and a few catchy songs, but you must admit that they not only allowed this jackassed game to be made, they actually supported it. The whole thing seems like an elaborate act of Aerosmithian desperation (hey gamer dudes, we're still cool... right?), and Midway pushing a beefy shooter onto an underpowered console in the name of the almighty dollar.
So now we pick up with the start of the game. You're heading to one of L.A.'s hottest clubs by helicopter, and are packing a convenient crowd-pleasing machine gun, because why not? While you're still in the air, the NON suddenly appears in force and moves to take over downtown. You fight through the club and hordes of bumblebee-dressed shock troopers to reach Aerosmith. They have left you a videotape which will tell you where to go next. You're then sent on five lengthy missions to stop the New Order from producing their evil mind control serum and forcing all the hot babes to work in labor camps. Along the way, you'll totally fuck up their school bus. No that's not sarcasm, mind control serum, enslaved babes, and shooting apart the short bus all feature prominently in the game. As you can see, the plot is ridiculous, and serves mostly to glorify Aerosmith. They're the only real characters in the game, and everybody else is on the screen just long enough to get shot or rescued. Even the big bad, a biker babe named Helga, is only on long enough to turn into a disfigured version of the Michelin Man and start firing cannons from a stage in Wembley Stadium. But this is an arcade game, so it's really all about the gameplay, right? Sadly, this is another area that falls far short of anything close to quality. The entire game is spent shooting tiny black and yellow foot soldiers who appear in mass numbers. When you're not shooting them, you're shooting vehicles or parts of the environment. You have your machine gun and infinite ammo to do this with, and a CD launcher that shoots exploding Aerosmith CDs. Because CDs, especially those cheap ones from Singapore, inherently carry enough kinetic energy to destroy a wall. Seriously. Wiki that shit. These are limited in amount, but you can pick up more CDs by shooting the ones that appear throughout the level - in the gold and platinum varieties. Yes Aerosmith, we know you sold a lot of records. Now save the masturbation for your own bathroom, okay?
Well a rock-based video game better have damn good sound, right? Otherwise it would turn out... well, like this. Sound is painful. They did spend some time getting Aerosmith's guitar effects and music clips to work, but the corners cut are obvious. All the included songs are just sections of riffs from the songs themselves, with overbearing compression. Some of them loop well, like the endless riff from "Rag Doll" that plays on the menu screens. Some of them do not, like the endless verse from "Eat The Rich" with the same section of lyrics. Gets a little tiresome, to say the least, even if you like the tunes themselves. And if you don't ascribe to the whole "Music Is A Weapon" thing, then you haven't heard the unique, non-Aerosmith background themes created for the game - especially the techno-Asian one for the factory mission. As for all that pesky "other stuff," the screams of dying men, explosions, and gunshots are taken from the Nintendo sound archive and run through the Crap-o-lator to make room for Aerosmith's contributions. Control is equally inept. Using the D-Pad to aim the cursor is a chore, which is why the SNES mouse option was included with the game. But here's the real genius - button 1 is both fire and start! So every time you shoot the gun, you pause the game at the same time! This is actually coded into the game; there's no way to change it. I assume this is why mouse support exists, but all mention of it was omitted from the manual. You can sometimes get around it by keeping the trigger held down, and the main gun doesn't have a "temperature" meter as in similar arcade shooters, but it's still less than ideal. There's no obvious support for the Super Scope or any other gun periphrial either, and the mouse's constant pausing is really quite distracting, so you're likely stuck with the sluggish controller pad.
Characters are digitized rather than hand-drawn, though the detail is at an obviously lower resolution than the arcade source. They at least don't look out of place with their environment, but you rarely get close enough to them to appreciate any detail. The super close-ups, where enemies pop up in your face in the arcade, didn't make the cut here. A medium distance is about all you get. And did I mention that all blood, except the severed stumps of the end boss, is removed? As well as the ability to blow enemies up with CDs? That's pure censorship, but the background interaction getting cut has to be technical. There's only a minimum amount of objects you can destroy, but explosions and damaged objects don't look particularly neat anyway. Most things shatter into nondescript glass, or simply disappear when shot. Revolution X could actually be fun on the arcades when you had impressive graphics, a speedy pace, a total lack of dull moments, and completely destructible environments. Take those all away, throw in some bad control, and you've got this - a plot does little more than shove Aerosmith's dick in your face, with no gameplay left to offer in return. -reviewed 1/5/02 - game copyright 1995 Acclaim
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