Dark Angel is like a McDonalds Value Meal: it'll fill your hack-and-slash needs, but won't add any worthy RPG nutrients to your gaming diet.

The cel shaded visuals of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles take full advantage of today’s powerful consoles except for the linear-to-a-fault design of the game’s 30+ stages.

There is a brain-dead appeal to the desperate way Konami has reinvented its struggling “ESPN Winter X-Games Snowboarding” franchise into a “Road Rash” clone.

THQ is selling "WWE Crush Hour" for a mere twenty bucks, which is an accurate reflection of the game’s all-around mediocrity in graphics, sound and playability.

Paying thirty bucks for the privilege of seeing/playing the best-looking 'Woody' ever pulled out of thin air is still too high a price for such a generic, dead-average, inoffensive, platform-hopping and scavenger-hunting single-player experience.

There are far better prospects on the horizon which hopefully means BAM will get a clue and change.

It's so tough to accept the little bit of good (decent graphics, OK number of cool vehicles and tracks) that is mixed with so much that's wrong (physics from hell, semi-broken control, insulting soundtrack) in a driving engine that, with proper care, could have been a contender instead of a bump on the road.

Looks and plays exactly like what it is: recycled PC code from a couple of years ago coming back to steal $50 from you.

Diminished quality, lackluster programming effort and PlayStation 2-unworthy effects.

A poor man’s ".hack" clone with characters/sounds from the Virtua Fighter series poorly tacked-on for no reason other than name recognition.

A competent but no-frills rendition of a racing sport that put as much emphasis in the tweaking of the vehicle being raced as in the all-too-quick races themselves.

With friends and the AI removed from the equation, it shines bright as an arcadey college hoops game for the fans; as a single-player recreation of the road to Final Four tournament, it lacks refinement and long-term replayability.

Rent it, beat it, forget it ever existed and start drooling over the upcoming "Winback" remake.

The dead-average quality of Desert Storm’s gameplay doesn’t help make the cause for realistic-to-a-fault military sims any easier to abdicate.

No, Mobile Light Force 2”doesn’t come anywhere near the overhead 2D shooting perfection that is Treasure’s one-two hit combination of “Ikaruga” (GameCube) and “Radiant Silvergun” (Sega Saturn).

Two years after its predecessor conclusively proved it Ghost Recon 2 reaffirms it: the PS2 doesn't have the RAM to do justice to Red Storm's intense A.I. routines and team-based gameplay justice.

Scores higher than "The Bouncer" (despite looking worse than James Gandolfini at a nudist retreat) because it's lengthy and brain-dead fun that anyone can just pick and play right away.

Digital Integration has coded a lethargic, boring and snooze-inducing series of missions (about 30 of them) that are as unoriginal as they are predictably competent.

The single biggest sticking point here is that Sled Storm fails to control as well as its predecessor or even "SSX."

A multi-player friendly exercise in acrobatic lunacy and dunking maneuvers.

Dungeon-crawling, hack-and-slash, spell-casting, first-person RPG action at its console best, pretentious story and dated graphics not withstanding.

Passable graphics, decent sound, an uncooperative camera angle and cakewalk difficulty make this a great rental option for fans of the movie.

Worth a rental just to gawk in awe at how the Japanese perceive the people and culture living in the red states of the United States of America (AKA Bush country).

The auto-typing feature and ultra-dumb AI from the CPU opponents kills the joy of single-player PS2 “Jeopardy” faster than one can answer ‘Who is Ken Jennings?’ to the answer ‘The person that has sucked the fun and joy out of watching syndicated game shows.’

It’s not a perfect game by any stretch of the imagination, but Reign of Fire certainly captures the adventurous spirit and atmosphere of its motion picture counterpart.

NBA Live 2002 takes a step backwards in our minds with less of a focus on strict, simulation style play and too much emphasis on flashy, easy broad based play.

Strictly for fanboys, PS2 library completists or masochists in search for a higher-than-normal threshold of pain in their interactive diet.

Take away the Quarterback Challenge mode and this game falls down into the hellish pit of inconsequentiality.