PS3 (also on Xbox 360, Wii)
Somebody ring 000! We‘re gonna need an ambulance. Erm, and possibly
some fireys. Quickly, for fuck’s sake! Didn’t you hear the
commentator guy? Can’t you see the dude there on the basketball
court?! He’s on fire!
Woo! Yep, arcade wonder NBA Jam is now a lounge room wonder
again some one, two, three... umm, 17 or 18 years after it first hit. Most
everybody we know remembers the original fondly, but is that via
rose-coloured glasses, or does the two-on-two redefinition of the
term ‘over the top’ still hold up?
Whaddaya reckon? A great game’s a great game, no matter when you hit
upon it. You wanna dis Pacman?
Yawn at Galaga? We’d hope not. The only thing that can be
fucked up is conversion – and this here Jam hasn’t just been
given the full boomshakalaka, it’s had extra bits added. Stuff like
first to 21, court domination, lowest score elimination, boss
battles (one-on-one half court faceoffs – but not ice hockey kinda
faceoffs, obviously), going the smash on backboards as its own
sub-game and rudimentary onlineness.
Stuff the gimmickry though, what worked best with NBA Jam was
getting two to four people together locally and going for it. As
you’d demand that’s here, with wonderfully amped visuals – including
the ace effect of 3D bods with 2D digitised heads (unlock ‘big head’
mode to amp the nutso fun) - up-to-date NBA players, classic
commentary schtick, those insane leaps into orbit before
slamming baskets home when ‘on fire’ and madder than Howard Beale
codes that yield wacko bonus characters from team mascots to US
political figures, including their answer to Pauline Hanson, Sarah Palin. Eep!
With all the aceness of the original and more, this NBA Jam
revisiting rocks. Miss it and there’s no shoot for you!