Die Hard Trilogy 2: Viva Las Vegas
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We're not overly fond of PlayStation ports here at PC, and naturally sequels of PlayStation ports slip even further down our must-have list. Add in a healthy dose of Bruce Willis and even those of you with intestinal fortitude might find the title hard to digest. And if you find that appalling, try swallowing the concept that the only surprise you'll find in this box is that the game is not only flawed, it's flawed three times over.
Starting out, we find John McClane, chief ass-whooper, heavily armed and dangerous on the streets of Las Vegas. He's popped in for a party at a local prison, but something's gone awry and a gang of international terrorists are pestering the local populace. McClane is the man in the wrong place at the wrong time (as you are if you've bought this game) and it's your job to lead him through a selection of activities: a driving sequence, third-person action-adventure, and a Virtua Cop-style-shooting affair. Supposedly a testosterone-fuelled orgy of destruction that will appeal to self-respecting males of all shapes and preferences, play this and it's going to be you that's begging for a bullet, oh, about 30 minutes in.
Shoot Me, Please
For starters, even with a gamepad, the controls are rubbish. Trying to make McClane's car or body turn, let alone move the cross hair/laser sight fast enough to shoot the gun-wielding geezers that pop up, is a constant chore. Piss poor camera angles and your ability to see through walls (which become translucent from some viewpoints), don't improve matters either. Forget about a learning curve as well, because all you have to do to get ahead is memorise where enemies are going to pop up.
And how about a cheer for the age-old console design trick that renders the player unable to save between levels?
But, complaints aside, the game's not all crap. There's a spot of fun to be had by ramming your car headfirst into unsuspecting cars and passers-by during vehicular episodes, even if it has been done to death before... Carmageddon, anyone? Touting about a huge arsenal of weaponry and ripping homicidal thugs in half can be fun too. Caught in the line of fire, random objects - even cacti - constantly blow up and the blood flows by the gallon, making it possible to briefly satisfy any murderous cravings you may possess. Ultimately though, high-resolution visual renditions of wanton violence, death, and destruction alone aren't enough to carry an entire title (unless it's from Rage Software, of course).
So DHT2 is a brief adrenaline rush at best. The only other good thing we can say is that it installs next to nothing on the hard drive. Die hard as it may, it won't be long before this one will be begging to be put out of its misery.