There’s nothing funny about fame
I’d like to defend gaming, to say that it’s a mature platform of media that can entertain a vast audience from the young to the mature. I’d like to say that it isn’t slowly killing each brain cell one by one. That it isn’t catering for a blood thirsty revenge for ANYONE WHO DARES STATE THAT GAMING MAKES ME VIOLENT, THE ****S. The Wii posed no problem with its makeshift jabbing, it has even converted a few followers. Yet now, You’re In The Movies aims to demolish the frail argument I constructed like Hobnob city in a coffee downpour, with an unusual mix of epileptic fidgeting and compulsive spot running to boot.
You’re In The Movies is our final opportunity to blast our way into Z-List fame, herding the claptrap and dim witted nonsense reserved for reality telly and bringing it straight to your living room. With a selection of 30 films to post your ugly mug in, there’s plenty of experience to add to your no-hoper IMDb profile.
Ranging from horror to sci-fi, romance to slapstick, all the films you can recreate all share a common interest in spoof. Up to four friends can participate in a variety of basic mini-games, all made to utilise the Xbox Live Vision camera bundled along with it. Stick it in the console, and a slightly out of focus representation of yourself and in my case a huge con in the titles’ graphics column appears on screen. On screen prompts and corresponding actions score points, all of which seem fairly unremarkable till the final few minutes, where all the recorded actions are slotted together to form your very own trailer for your very own spoofilicious movie. Up to four player can band together to form an exceptional ensemble, yet I found it slightly less painful to play alongside a good friend of mine, ‘Jack Daniels’.
Playing alone through 3 of the films provided, mini-games soon begun to repeat themselves. All followed the exact same procedures dressed up in what seemed like only 5 gimmicky fashions. Despite an impressive amount of trailers to create, they make for nothing without the playable segments actually having some substance.
An aspect which stood out like a sore thumb in Ready Brek, however, was the grating voice-over. Throughout your film career, orders will be barked by a pillock of a director who sounds as if he’s a Butlin’s red coat testing out players abilities to jiggle so he can take them home for his own personal use.
The only way you can truly enjoy this game is if you’re the right kind of drunk.
With the experience quickly dulling my senses, it became apparent that it makes more sense to try and enjoy You’re In The Movies with others than suffer it alone. Unfortunately such endeavours proved completely fruitless. Play time is extended to around 30 minutes, the mini-games do nothing to evolve and the level of boredom is multiplied by the number of players involved. It could be a problem with the company I keep, but these are drama students we’re talking about, not hermits. Leave an aspiring Thespian alone with a camera and they’ll most likely ingest it to get some good Facebook photos of their churning insides pouting back at it, so when they’re actively plotting an escape route away from it, there’s certainly a cause for concern.
After going through the ordeal that’s far longer than it should be, the light at the end of the tunnel could at least have been less dim. The final film products all suit there’s spoof standards, but none are particularly hilarious or worth the trials. Be you a player who really gets into the swing of things or one who just stands with a monotonous face throughout, sitting through one of the featurettes can be a bit of a laugh. The novelty fades fast after you’ve starred in one though, namely because all are such tame mimics of real films, but also because of the practicalities of the production as a whole. If you’re lacking a player or two, pre-recorded actors fill the shoes of other characters, all of which live to outshine you as a performer. No matter how well you follow instructions throughout the mini-games, there will always be one movement which doesn’t fit in with everything else or the odd forehead that’s out of frame, presumed dead.
The only way you can truly enjoy this game is if you’re the right kind of drunk. The balanced type which means you’ve lost all inhibition and will kindly crowd surf into a bush from an 80 storey window, yet not so much that you’ll collapse and give yourself a brain haemorrhage, leaving the ending spoof film as a ‘Final Moments’ homage at your own funeral.
Call me old fashioned, but when a party game has managed to successfully makes its participants run out of the room as fast as Jedward evading my line of fire then it’s completely failed its objective. The lacklustre mini-games, the terrible camera detection, the EXCESSIVE voice-over all combine to form an experience that would make even Harry Hill cringe his face so far backwards it would use his tonsils as a punchbag. The premise is brilliant, and on paper it could be the game Eye Toy Play so desperately wanted to be so many years ago, yet everything is so bloody bland and uninspired. Waggle your hand here, run on the spot, wiggle your hips, run on the spot the other way, it’s like being at a Tweenies gig, and ultimately just as unrewarding. There’s no doubt in my mind that tackled in a more intuitive way, this could have been a great party game, yet the monotonous gameplay and the fact it pusses out cheesiness from every pore in your telly makes this potential blockbuster a B-Movie flop. Best leave the whole acting buisness to the pros.
The Bad: Uninpired mini-games, Naff voice-over grates on the ears, End result is never truly worth the trouble, That novelty soon becomes rotten
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