The sort of shallow and frustrating gaming experience that only a surfing fanatic or a masochist could ever enjoy.

Repetitive voice samples from the film, control flaws, and poor floating-camera angles make many levels frustrating.

The Ward was obviously inspired by LucasArts' classic "The Dig" and Inscape's underrated "Drowned God," only it's nowhere as good or as innovative as either title.

989 Sports has a long way to go to be competitive with EA Sports, but FaceOff 2001, although deficient in almost every category, is an entertaining game that is certainly worth a weekend rental.

This is creepy in a really bad way.

Max doesn't do anything particularly wrong, it just doesn't do too much that's new.

The ugly graphics that simply can't compare to what thy eyes have seen on the PlayStation2. Seriously, after playing SSX on the PlayStation's big brother, it hurts even to look at this game.

This aspect aside, the game has a typical "walk about, search for keys, flip a switch, search for power-ups" feel that never seems to pull any major punches. If you've got nothing better to do, consider renting it.

If you are expecting anything remotely as cool as "Toy Story," you will be sorely disappointed.

The experienced wave racer will find nothing but frustration and disappointment.

The challenges are too weak. The game moves way too slow.

The lack of a franchise mode kills the replay value. The graphics are so-so.

While the graphics are some of the best that I have seen in a racing title for a nex-gen system, this does not compensate for the fact that Driving Emotion Type-S has unrealistic physics that debilitate the overall enjoyment of the game.

Tack on a "Police Academy's" worth of god-awful zingers, third-grade-level dialogue, and "witty" remarks so sour they'd curdle milk, though, and you've got the makings of a highly playable, thick 'n' chunky piece of interactive fromage.

Though exceedingly difficult, this title's still a rollicking good time.

Worst of all is the voice of Volcan, an anime reject who unfortunately happens to be everywhere. Imagine Spritle from "Speed Racer" with a limitless supply of sugar and caffeine--and a bad cold--and you get the idea.

The gaming equivalent of a four-day candy and soda binge: nothing substantive, you know it's terrible for you, and you'll hate yourself afterwards. In fact, you hate yourself while it's going on, but it's such tasty junk that you just can't stop.

If you're looking to feel bored and frustrated, pick up Sonic Shuffle.

An entertaining, mission-based driver with hilarious commentary and fairly engrossing gameplay. This is definitely a sleeper hit for the aging PlayStation.

Forget about your outside game--it's next to impossible to sink a trey. And the acid-trip free throw meter will have you wondering what the 989 gang was huffing when they thought it up.

What LucasArts has done is create a traditional console title with little regard for computer game-specific enhancements. So while BfN doesn't flirt overly much with the Dark Side, Jedi masters take heed; unless pure, unadulterated melee sounds like a plan, this incredibly basic blaster will send shivers down your lightsaber.

The novel point scoring system makes for intense play.

The game is repetitive, no doubt, but there are enough challenges to make it worth a sitting or two.

It doesn't feel like you're playing pool, and these have got to be the most outdated-looking graphics seen on the PlayStation2.

After prodding through this journey over the past week, I can assure hopeful N64 players that this game isn't worth your time, money, or effort.

This game should have never left the training room.

Dinosaur tries so hard to be a good game for kids, but it just falls flat on its face due to the control issues. I can't imagine kids playing this game for long periods of time; it is so complicated for the wee people that it's more of a hassle than anything else.

The 3D engine is quite good, the interface is top-notch, and the gameplay itself stays within the standard mold of the genre; it just doesn't try to reach for anything beyond the mold. Or, if it did, it got mired along the way in a swamp of mediocrity from which there was no escape.