**THIS REVIEW MAY DEFINITELY CONTAIN SPOILERS**
What up MotherFucker! You all in up my face for swearing in the opening sentence of a video games review? Move along there Keith Vaz... there's nothing for you here. This game is an 18. And if you don't like the idiomatic slang for a person who loves his mother too much, and in entirely the wrong way, this definitely is not the game for you.
Yes, it's a Wii game, and it has an 18 Certificate. Just exactly who the hell SEGA thinks will buy this beats me. Everyone knows the Wii ain't fer no-one but lil kiddies and geriatrics. And the kiddies can't play this game, cause THAT'S THE LAW! And I'm not sure this salty mix of sex, Tarantino-style b-movie dialogue and blood and gore horror mayhem is going to appeal to the gramps and grammas.
You'll all probably be familiar with the
House of the Dead franchise. Oh my lordy Christ, I just said franchise. And I really didn't mean that. The Chambers English dictionary defines franchise as "an agreement by which a business company gives someone the right to market its products in an area" and Sega hasn't done that with this product. It markets
HoTD itself, almost exactly NOT a franchise. It's a series of games, and this is the fifth game in the series to make it to home gaming machines; the second to hit the Wii. It is also the first
HotD game not to have its origins in an arcade machine.
House of the Dead games always have been, and if the good lord up in heaven knows what's good for us (and religious types would have you believe that he does), they always will be first-person gun games. They combine the gameplay we first saw in SEGA's own
Virtua Cop with an over-the-top fest of splatter and gore, high octane metal soundtrack and gallons of blood, to make the best approximation of what it would be like to live in a world infested by zombies. A world in which you happen to have the good luck to have a pistol and a never ending supply of ammunition.
I'm gonna lay on you a simple irrefutable fact of gaming science: Shooting MotherFucking zombies in the head, and watching their dumb-ass brains explode in a shower of blood and goop is as cool as all get-out-of-town. Gamin' fun does not get any more visceral than that. And as shooting MotherFucking zombies in the head games go, they don't get a whole lot better than
House of the Dead: Overkill.
That's not to say that shooting MotherFucking zombies in the head games couldn't get much better than this. Just that they don't, presumably because they don't have to. Because as far
as gun games go, there are two major cats in the arcade:
House of the Dead and
Time Crisis, and one of those cats doesn't roll the zombie way. No! that bitch-assed
Time Crisis MotherFucker goes the arcade sim route, making it the game of choice for disgruntled ex-employees looking to brush up on their former-colleague slaying strategies.