Virtua tennis is a game series that is known for its easy accessibility and good offline multi-player. Casual gamers are what makes this game series a huge success, but will Virtua Tennis 3 follow the trend.
Gameplay: 2The only challenge in this game’s world tour mode comes right at the end of the game. Before that, the only challenge the game offers is if you choose to play with your eyes closed. The Gameplay is in no way realistic and players frequently dive, which is neat at first, but soon becomes annoying.
Graphics: 10This game boasts the best graphics I have ever seen in a game. Life-like crowds, realistic grass and player models are all on show. People will see you on this and think it is real-life. Seriously.
Sound: 2There is nothing good about the sound in this game. Cheesy euro-pop plays over every match, all the time, non-stop. This game justifies the creation of a mute button on the television. If you like the euro-vision song contest then you may like the soundtrack on the game, you may also like cuckoo clocks, yodelling and long brisk walks around Wales with a shifty looking bloke named Barry, with a thing for Sheep.
Features: 4The world tour mode is a decent laugh if you are a casual gamer. And by casual gamer I don’t just mean goes out to buy Rachet & Clank and Halo. I mean insists on playing games wearing flip-flops…and shorts, with sunglasses……and a deck-chair. However, mini-games make this world tour mode somewhere near mediocre.
Multi-player: 7This game retains some dignity by producing a fun filled multi-player mode. However, online is much needed, to keep the amount of fun going beyond the odd game with a friend.
Longevity: 3Straight back to the store you bought it from. Barely any replay value, beyond collecting rackets, shoes etc, after completing the short world tour mode.
Overall Score: 2.5/10
+Incredible graphics are truly next-gen
+Good fun with a friend
-Really annoying music/no commentary
-TERRIBLE game-play
-World tour mode is too short
Quick Summary: Just watch Wimbledon instead.
Labels: Matthew Meadows, Review