John Lydon once caterwauled “anger is an energy.” With over 50
million downloads of Angry Birds on various formats to date,
that’s a poopload of power out there. If harnessed, could this be
the holy grail alternate fuel for our future? Fill ’er up with
bitter bittern, cheers!
If you’re not one of those 50,000,000+ then you may wonder what all
the fuss is about. They’re birds, they’re pissed off, so what? We
were camped there ’til we laid our grubby maulers onto this ‘Minis’
title (holy missed opportunity Bat... erm, ‘Badman’ not amping it to
proper PSN game status with trophies and stuff, plus loftier price
tag), so are we any less ‘meh’ now?
Well yeah. Angry Birds is hardly the second coming of gaming,
but it’s a fun – and evilly addictive - diversion. Its beauty lies
in its simplicity. You control a slingshot in which various
varieties of feisty flightless fowl are sent hurtling through the
air, gulping final defiant breaths in hopes of destroying their
sworn enemies – green pigs. Those verdant porcine punks purloined
the birdseses eggs, and the feathered ones ain’t gonna peck around
whilst their potential progeny remain unavenged.
The pigs don’t make revenge a doddle though, for they’ve constructed
various ramshackle fortresses from wood, glass and concrete. Yep,
we’re talking physics harnessing here, nail the right trajectory –
and the right bird, for as you progress more skilled assassins
unlock such as bombers, triple splitters and sprinters - and blammo
those bastich pigs into a whole world of pain. Or ‘PON!’, as many of
them strangely exclaim upon carking it.
With a couple of hundred or so levels, some of which are utter
WTFers, Angry Birds offers mucho play for measly bucks. But
don’t be surprised if it gets you screaming “FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!”