It's interesting enough, and you'd probably get a few hours of gameplay out of it, but it gets tired really quickly. Add this to the fact that the really cool battles -- the ones with lots of ships on each side that might have drawn you to this title--are nearly impossible to coordinate.

Definitely not a "maximum" of anything, dismally low number of gameplay options, pretty but useless opponents, oversimplified cue-stick interaction, and way-sensitive controls.

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.

It doesn't feel like you're playing pool, and these have got to be the most outdated-looking graphics seen on the PlayStation2.

A generic cart racer, even with those blue bastards behind the wheel. The only saving grace is the price tag.

In space, no one can hear you scream. Unfortunately, the same can't be said of where I live. As a result, many neighbors complained about the expletive-laden screeching I let out while trying to play Alien Resurrection.

This game should have never left the training room.

Old-school graphics and unprecedented difficulty level make this one a loser for all but the most dedicated retro-game freaks.

Unlike "Seaman," this game's voice recognition is pretty primitive.

Fans of the cartoon obviously aren't sick of the Batman premise, but that doesn't mean they'll be able to tolerate this game.

A painful aquatic encounter, though not on the same level as, say, a jellyfish in the swim trunks.

Shows brief glimpses of that old EA excellence with its new dynasty mode, but sadly, the overall game slides weakly into the realm of substandard.

It's a curio--something to buy if you find yourself overcome with Olympic fever; just bear in mind that it'll be in the bargain bin in just a couple of weeks.

Cloggy, rutty, a little bit old, and just a little too safe -- precisely the sensations one is trying to avoid with a game based on motocross.

The graphics may be lackluster, but the music is worse.

More of a rental than a purchase, unless you're a huge football fanatic who requires every pigskin video game.

To make a painfully long story short, even at a $20 price point, you won't eke a smidgen of amusment out of this product, unless you receive it as a white elephant gift.

ESPN MLS GameNight is sort of like the result of Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman having a little tike of their own, but it comes out looking like your average tree sloth.

More than likely to go the way of it's real-life ancestors -- except that no one's going to be looking for it so much as six weeks from now, much less a billion years.

In and out of the ring, this product's nothing more than a jobber staring down the most brutal tag team ever to represent the "sport": "WWF Wrestlemania 2000" and "WWF Royal Rumble."

The result is a game even worse than the port it came from. It's not an awful game, but it is awfully mediocre.

Imagine the ugliest person you know, and then imagine that the person is made to be just a bit uglier. That's how horrible the graphics are in this game.

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

This disaster of bushido, on the other hand, Kengo right into the discount bin.

The six mini-games are fun to play... for about 30 minutes each.

From the graphics to the execution to the gameplay mechanics, America is the poorest excuse for a real-time strategy game I've seen.

Klutzy controls and instructions, tiresome micromanagement, and uninspired audio are wearying once the novelty of the game has worn off.

Falls into the same category as the Double Filet-O-Fish--while it may seem like an extraordinary idea at first, it eventually morphs into a complete catastrophe.