START THE PARTY!
Brit dub dude Gary Clail once declared there’s something wrong with
human nature. We know exactly what it is – the propensity for many
to feel that getting their heads on telly is awesomeness.
Such folk are certain to worship Start the Party! (the mark
of exclamation is a part of the title, not us fumbling to engage
warp drive on the hype machine), for it actually gets their heads on
It’s kind of a souped-up remix of PS2 Eye Toy Play, but with
added PlayStation Move cleverness. As the title essentially
blatantly declares, it’s a collection of mini-games. The cover
boasts 20, although if you’re alone only nine are accessible –
unless you go the ‘beat the clock’ route where you may chance upon
something else. Still, again regarding the title, this is aimed at
more than a party of one, so we’ll not harp on.
A reasonably varied mix of simple diversions is offered up, from
Choplifter-inspired rescue efforts to bug swatting, a touch of
Tony Hart Vision On-styled painting (with musical homage),
wielding a fan to waft chicks (the feathered variety) into nests –
or chop them into fluffy explosions if you’re of a more sadistic
bent – fruit ninjaing and such. The twist is that the funkified Move
system changes the vision of your controller onscreen into
appropriate tools – hair clippers, a crocojacka toothy-peg brush, a
big mo-fo mallet for whacking the snot out of moles, etc.
It’s a pretty fabbo tech demo, but as a game there’s limited
lastability for the intended audience, groups – especially as it’s
turn-based, which extricates much of the sociability, stomps on it
and then slags in its face. Meanwhile, playing solo for more than 15
minutes is a new form of torture that we hear the United Nations is