Rock Paper Shotgun is probably at #1 on my "Top 10 Actually Credible Game Reviewers" list. Since that list only has three names on it - and one of those names is mine - (and I can't remember the name of the other guy), I suppose we should pay attention to all of what Quentin Smith has to say about Bulletstorm. But first, the money quote:
Despite Bulletstorm’s story amounting to two foulmouthed men – who look and sound like they’ve been injecting ground-beef since birth – trying to get off a pulp sci-fi terror planet, the characters work well within the game’s idiot universe. The reason you’re on the planet is because you attacked a space cruiser belonging to General Serano, your ex-employer and betrayer, causing both of your ships to crash land, and now the only way you’ll get off the planet is by hitching a ride in a rescue vessel sent to save him. Kill him, and you’ll doom yourself. There are lots of little sparks like this. The story’s pulp trash, but I’d happily argue that it’s great pulp trash.
The same could be said for the shooting. It’s rather difficult to fault. The guns all pop and crackle pleasingly, each with a reload animation an[d] alt-fire that whispers of hundreds of man-hours of work. The enemies are charismatic in their mad, cannibal dodging and attacking, and they’re plenty obliging when their time comes to fall over, howl in agony, or burst into meaty chunks, as enemies must.
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