Shitty Gunstar Review wrote:
Wahayyy! Doing it MASSIVE bruv! Phwoaar! I see you chaps are unacquainted with England's #1 novelty toilet paper brand, [insert name of 90s gaming magazine here]

Actually, there were at least a couple decent ones. Some real passion and guts in that STG battle royale featuring a bunch of technical darlings and Hellfire, which the authors gave to Toaplan's warhorse, despite its noted lack of flash. You'd see some killer NTSCJ-exclusive content, too; the despair endemic to PAL gaming - late, shitty, overpriced - brought a "fuck this shit, just import" mentality I still relate to. Made an impression on my malleable young dome, those did.
I liked those more than our EGMs, and sure as shit GamePros - though I must admit, I can't recall the names offhand. They were seasonal things, picked up on holidays to the UK, or gifted by visiting family. I'm sure I'd have purchased regularly, had I been on the opposite side of the pond.
But yes - there's no mistaking the terminally auto-analingual Bad English Games Journo, or his brethren in the music/film/theatre rags. To understand, you must understand Lad Culture (RIP 90s/00s). Fellow denizens of our sunny isle, like Burinju and Lander, will likely know what I mean! A mild-mannered tosser, of cheeky insouciance and unbovved-ness that might elsewise endear, finds himself with a byline, and is transformed into the journalistic equivalent of a dogfart in a steaming elevator. Fucking Christ, man - it stinks in here! Where's it coming from though, there's nothing to speak of! Oh, right. I'm reading "MEGA" circa 1993. State of the art in vapid shite - worra larf m8!
I remember this C&VG review of Ninja Gaiden (XB), complaining bitterly about its difficulty - SO UNFAIR, M8 - before slagging it off as a "mindless button bash." You think blokey's mind might stay attached to the rest of him if you'd engage it a bit, chumley? Sadly, engagement, effort, application and so on are garlic to our Laddish bloodsucker. Git Gud? Yer avin' a larf m8!
You can see another fine example via the infamous Amiga version of Final Fight. As was SOP, it looks passable in still shots; say, in a magazine, or the back of the box you're carrying to the checkout. In motion? You'd be better off making paper cutouts of those screenshots, then acting out your own imaginary credits. The mechanics would probably be more accurate, too!
Its enduring legacy is the shit-eatingly smug twat responsible, who not only coded his own gurning pixellated Front Hole into the game itself, but also included a heaving .txt file explaining why he thinks the game is shit, the CPS hardware was wasted on it, and also, here are his favourite bands. Wahaaay! JOY DIVISION and NEW ORDER?! That's MASSIVE, lad! But watch out, readers!

At one point, he tells of getting jumped leaving a "club" (I wonder why!), and needing stitches.

At least the nurse were fit, pwhoaar! This was presumably to make up for the lack of brutal street violence in the port itself, and tbf, hearing our loquacious tosser had the shit slapped out of him is pretty decent comp!

That's the Cheeky Chappy Likely Lad for you; an endearing little moron, until he writes your review, or codes your Amiga version, or spills your pint. What occurs from there depends on your propensity for ultraviolence. This is a peace-loving country with markedly low homicide rates.

Ebbo wrote:
BareKnuckleRoo wrote:
BIL
posted this in the From thread and it blows my mind that someone who presumably has to be literate enough to write the reviews doesn't get their job qualifications questioned because of this.
As much as this particular video has been regurgitated and shared over the years, I'm not sure if it quite fits this thread. The person who ended up playing that Cuphead demo wasn't even supposed to play the game (let alone review it) but had to step in for whatever reason. According to
his own words, he found his gameplay "unusable", but the video was posted anyway along with the preview because some of his colleagues thought it might get a laugh or two. Whoever made the final decision on that obviously failed to understand that video games are quite a serious business.
With some reservation, I think it applies to the wider subject of Shitty Game Reviews.
If the New York Times' restaurant critic is off sick that week, and his only substitute is the office chimp, who proceeds to shit on the floor before wiping his ass with the menu - first of all that is hilarious, and I would expect the video proof to achieve prompt immortality, as Deano's own little mistake has. With a great less histrionic pity-partying from the chimp, too.
But second, it's no longer about the reviewer. He's clearly not equipped to carry out the task assigned. Anyone could tell, just by a glance at his fucked chimp face, and his monged chimp hands. It's now about his taskmasters, who have overseen, signed off, and published a shitshow for public consumption.
I do believe there is a minimum standard of competence to be demanded here; well short of frame-perfect genius superplayer level. Looking at that footage, I would instinctively wonder if the controls were laggy or glitched in some way. I bought Cuphead sight unseen, barring a review from our own Squire. The control response is in fact remarkably sharp, as he said.
My second instinct would be that the reviewer is, ahem, "avin' a larf," ala those shitty old UK mags. And it seems this is nearer the mark, with Deano's superiors having a right larf on his - and everyone else's - dime. I suppose my question here is: "Why?" You're not entertaining us, nor are you here to. Your job is to produce useful coverage. I know, I know, a useful mainstream site - that's bad comedy right there. But it's the principle, surely?
This also concerning a gametype that's long been mainstream-fashionable to trash as outmoded, generic, and bringing nothing worthwhile to the table (see Gunstar mouthfart review). I'm not surprised they collectively caught hell for it. If the audience is used to your stridently telling them something is dishwater dull, sight unseen, purely for operating in two dimensions, and your man is then revealed to possess all the discerning taste of a shit-eating chimp... getting called a bitch-assed pussy motherfucker sounds about right? I'd go even further and say the dread
I feel sorry for your mother. 
In fact, fuck this shit. Enough pussyfooting about.

I wouldn't care if
GAYMERG8 SHADOW UNIT ZEOTH had literally kidnapped Deano and his bosses, brought them bound and gagged to a busy LA overpass, then very inconsiderately ass-raped them with rolled-up copies of said review. Actually I'd laugh my ass off

It's far from the worst thing to occur in such circumstances, let's be honest with ourselves. The way Deano carried on, you'd think they'd left him hanging handless/headless, not merely walking kinda funny for the rest of the weekend. :3 And so maybe I'm the wrong person to judge, being a connoisseur of both arcadey action games and mischievous sodomy.
Reservation being, I don't often participate in these threads. When I see dogshit on my commute, I'm disgusted, certainly. But my attitude is "move on," not "stop and painstakingly document the worst examples." Ironically enough, given the tone of that Gunstar review,
they're really not all that unique - "lmao man jump and run and hit thing lol lol lol -
OMFG! GENERIC COVER SHOOTER w/LESBIANS?!?! GOTY 100/10 *WET GAGGING NOISES*" - certainly not enough to warrant all that laborious pressure-washing and deodorizing and airing out. (the linked example is subtly different; that's an example of dogshit being tracked onto the carpet)
By the by, I'm not a Mass Effect fan - the poor bastards, sounds like they got rode hard and put away wet

- but they provided some interesting ANTI-DEANO ammo at the time. This would seem to speak to that "basic competence" issue.
SCRANDALOUS DEETS"What?! The new Toyota BumSexeru swerves violently to the left and bursts into flames when the accelerator is engaged?! We must overhaul the drivetrain and steering column, STAT!"
It was later determined the test driver was getting blown by Dean Takahashi while lighting a crackpipe at the time of the fiery incident, caused by a simultaneous climax and massive crack hit "Oh. Whoops!"
(as said, I don't follow any of that shit. I just had a bunch of my bitchass homies who DO whining about it, so I remembered!

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