This horrible travesty might cheat a couple of otherwise unsuspecting parents, who meant to buy Madden, out of their hard-earned money with a game that even a chimpanzee with a transplanted goldfish brain could see was unfinished.

Finally and least forgivable, important terrain features and items pop into existence only when the Grinch comes close, and disappear again if he moves away. This is endlessly irritating.

Stylish and fun despite some repetitiveness, this is one of the better action games you can pick up this year.

The stories, on the other hand, are so boring and unconnected that they must have been based on historical facts that have long since been forgotten, except in some German children's textbook.

A pretty weak entry from Ripcord, Spec Ops II won't overly offend or overly excite anyone.

The graphics reside on the bottom side of ordinary, Quinn Buckner's commentary soon grows repetitive and there just aren't enough bells and whistles to impress us. Add that to the occasionally frustrating gameplay and spotty AI, and you have a team built for boring, sub-.500 play.

It's not the most mind-blowing RPG ever, but it's good, clean, action-packed fun from start to finish.

All of the vehicles control terribly, the levels are uninspired and the game itself is just a port. Why bother?

Delivers the darkly comic humor and creepy mood of Sam Raimi's wonderful film trilogy, but simply fails to follow through on its promise with basic gameplay.

It's okay for a sports car to act like a movie sports car, a cartoon sports car or even a realistic sports car, as long as it doesn't act like a bus.

What might be a somewhat amusing game is hampered by slack-jawed level design, ...boring four-dimensional humans and frame rates that a less charitable reviewer might describe as craptastic.

Problematic gameplay and terrible control mar an essentially goofy and slightly fun offering.

Ugly visuals and a much uglier framerate fail to bolster a lackluster stunt system that's neither visceral nor deep.

It's extremely frustrating to blow a lead after coughing up runs because of this dreadful defense, and certainly the most damning part of the whole error-laden farce.

A real waste of the attractive Gabrielle Reece license.

The graphics are just plain ugly, the gameplay is utterly monotonous, and the whole affair has the freshness of sun-dried milk.

If you haven't figured it out by now, we'll spell it out for you: Even at $20, this game is not worth your cash.

In short, this interactive bit of testosterone-laden tomfoolery is just like the movie.

Sadly, the horrid control scheme from the original is left untouched, leaving the player to cry in agony.

With medical miracles and the highest average lifespan known in our short existence on this planet, we have to think that we've evolved beyond hitting each other over the head with frying pans and retractable boxing gloves.

This hastily assembled, disposable piece of plastic tries to surf, as it were, entirely on the cool little surfboard add-on that's used to control the rider, but it wipes out early and often.

Uninspired graphics, technical flaws and a clunky interface leave it floundering in the channel.

As infuriating as getting rapped on the skull rapidly and repeatedly, but otherwise just normal.

Control issues push this title much closer to Sony's clunker than (EA's) NHL 2001.

An improved version of last year's disaster is still not worth the having.

With one part uninspired gameplay, a liberal dash of visuals scraped straight from the bottom of the barrel and a grossly unpolished finish, developer SandBox has crafted a monster of a game, and it's barely got teeth, much less hind legs, to stand on.

A poor excuse for a videogame and an even poorer excuse for pornography.

Consider, if you will, a racing game in which it's not even necessary to touch the control stick while driving in order to finish a race.