PROFESSOR LAYTON AND THE MIRACLE MASK
was the last week of the Christmas term, and all the girls at
Gaylands School were looking forward to the Christmas hols. Anne sat
down at the breakfast table and picked up a letter addressed to
Oh, piffity-blast, horrid balderdashic poppycocky piffle, we’re
channelling that apparently ghastly sexist, racist Enid Blyton!
Still, it isn’t a hugely gosh-inducing shock, as the delicious
proper pomp of Professor Layton, his non-awardy assistant Emmy and
his ‘gentleman in training’ ward, Pip... erm, Luke, conjures a
rather Blytonesque world where everything’s a tad spiffy and
lashings of ginger beer most certainly aren’t out of order, they’re
This fifth adventure in as many years sees the three going mad in
Monte d’Or, a kind of posh Las Vegas sitting all neontastic in the
middle of a ruddy great desert. Speaking of posh, the transition
from DS to the machine with a ‘3’ Sellotaped at the start sees past
lush-but-flat vistas eschewed in favour of more rendergasmic,
multidimensional ones. It looks bloody decent, too – what!
Some bloke who’s dubbed himself ‘the Masked Gentleman’ is faffing
about like a megalomaniacal Jeff Lynne, causing people to turn to
stone in exceedingly queer goings-on. Can our gang nut-out enough
puzzles, question enough people, dig up enough coins, clippity-clop
enough horses, play with enough robots, tend enough shop, gather
enough knick-knackery and train a rabbit well enough to cause this
dastardly blaggard’s downfall? Well yeah, innit – erm, natch...
ahem, why of course!
Controls have been fiddled with – notably you now move a cursor
around the top screen by going draggy-pointy with the stylus on the
screen where it actually works. Don’t panic (in large, friendly
letters) though, as it doesn’t take long to master.
If you found the
Professor’s previous jolly japes spiffytastic then you’ll go
frightfully doolally over this. It’s simply wizard!