It is the old trailer from Black - also by Criterion. I like to squeeze the right bumper as I play, slowing things down even further, and watch as busts, cabinets, and shelving comes apart, as oranges scatter into the air, as paint leaps and clumps. Throw in Hazards that you have to avoid, and you have a game that scales from nailbiter to zen-like destructive delirium and back again depending on what you are after from moment to moment. (Hopefully not in the kitchen, that one.) Stop all the clocks. On top of this, though, there are high profile targets that turn certain levels into puzzles.
Largely, you're trying to bash it into as much of the environment as you can - plates in the kitchen, vases in the ballrooms, all of which shower you with points - while ensuring that once you run out of Smashbreaker juice you're not too far from the hole to putt neatly in. Smashbreaker sets your golf ball on fire, which is always money in the bank, but it also allows you to steer it in slow-mo through that same, thick, Burnout air, with that same sense of wilful resistance as you nudge it back and forth while aiming. Once your initial swing has knocked down that hole's requisite number of items, you can trigger Smashbreaker - not Crashbreaker, okay? - and this is where Dangerous Burnout Golf really finds its soul. What happens next is Crash Mode, basically, right down to the look and feel of the UI and menus. Just aim with the camera and then push forward to fire the ball. No three-click ritual to calculate swing and force. No arcing arrows that show your potential path, no wind to take into account.
And you do all this with a wonderfully pared-back sense of what a golf game needs. In the US and Australia there are burgers to upend from serving tables and gas station forecourts to reduce to flames. In England there are suits of armour to topple and bash. In France there are halls of mirrors and baby grands. In other words, it's a golf game that you play indoors.
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Dangerous Golf - which is made by a team of core Criterion vets - shows what might have happened if the series had instead retracted, drawing in its fearsome energy until it dropped cars and wrecks altogether and reduced players to a single pinprick of destructive light, trailing fire and smoke, blasting through a world heaped with clutter, and leaving beautiful destruction in its wake. Paradise blew Burnout upwards and outwards, offering an entire city of havoc. In this respect, Dangerous Golf has as much a claim to representing that beloved series' final form as the glorious, if peculiarly expansive, Burnout Paradise. Rather, you ascended on impact, shifting from the status of car to the status of holy wreckage - wreckage you could steer through wonderfully thick, staticky air, and then barrel into your oncoming enemies as the sparks slowed to become individual twills of golden confetti. And when you finally crashed - from all that bad driving you'd been doing - you realised that there was nothing remotely final about this kind of crashing. This was a driving game in which driving badly rewarded you with the magic juice that allowed you to drive even more badly. Pared back and wonderfully focused, Dangerous Golf brings the spirit of Burnout indoors.īurnout - from Takedown onwards, at least - was always defined by its focus, its unshakeable sense of what it was, and what it should be doing with its players.
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