Street Fighter (Arcade) review
""YOOVE GAHT AH ROHT TOO RAHN BEFOH YOO BEET MEE, TOORIGH AGAAYN KEED (heh heh heh hahahahaha)""
Today I would like to relate a nice little anecdote.
I first stumbled upon the original Street Fighter at the local pizzeria; the cabinet looked pretty worn and was tucked away in the back, right next to the delicate aroma wafting from the restrooms. Someone had set the machine to freeplay, imagine that, and having never played it before, I was most eager to rectify that. After all, this was the (then) little-known precursor to World Warrior, the juggernaut that had incited arcades all over the country to explode into a furious frenzy of fighter mania!
Well, to make a long story short – the breadsticks were late, the pizza was as greasy as the teenager who made it, and this game sucks.
But you surely deduced that simply by glancing at the score, so let’s go ahead and join the iconic blackbelt Ryu, here depicted as a red-headed stepchild and sporting a dorky gi with ridiculous crimson slippers, as he takes on the nine greatest (and thoroughly non-selectable) fighters that the entire world has to offer! Emerge triumphant from this international GAUNTLET OF DOOM and he’ll face a final showdown with a battle-scarred veteran you’re no doubt already well acquainted with, the towering kickboxer Sagat! Only then will our courageous karateka at last prove his manliness to all and be crowned “KING OF THE HILL!”
The best of the best apparently includes the likes of:
JOE, the blond guy wearing pants! (proudly representing the “YOO EHSS AAY”)
RETSU, the bald middle-aged monk! (“GOH TOO HAYVEHN”)
and of course LEE, the portly . . . eh, forget it.
MIKE (the black man) is essentially a prototypical M. Bison – the psychotic boxer who stole Balrog’s name in a feeble attempt at concealing his transparent parody of beloved pugilist/thug Mike Tyson. Capcom claims they’re completely unrelated, naturally, but I’ve made it a point to ignore them ever since they retroactively decided that Poison, the sexy chick from Final Fight, was actually a dude. (Yeah, right.) And yes, this game does mark our fond introductions to Adon, Gen, and Birdie, but they’re so uninspired and lame that no one would have ever cared had Zero 2 not come along years later to do them up right. You know, by giving them distinctive appearances, actual fighting styles, and decent AI.
Mind you, these moronic character designs wouldn’t bother me if the game was any fun to play, but beyond a good chortle in response to its ineptitude, sadly that’s not the case at all. No, instead you have game balance that’s honestly laughable, while the controls are so floaty that I feared the joystick would get up and sneak away if I didn’t keep my hands firmly clamped on it at all times. Meanwhile, Ryu doesn’t so much walk towards his opponents as much as he takes little spastic hops in their direction. Don’t count on landing a flying kick to the face, either; while in midair you can only attack at the very end of a jump, leaving you a sitting (er, airborne) duck until then. The designers did place the now legendary six-button layout at your disposal, offering punches and kicks of three different strengths – yet there’s hardly any recoil when someone gets hit, so your opponents can just shrug off your meager assaults, move in, and land only a few crushing blows of their own before our hero’s reduced to a bloody pulp. Yeah, that’s right – even when they’re not employing their lethal special attacks, the enemy fighters can generally smack Ryu into oblivion with a pittance of successful strikes; pity that he can’t say the same. At least the computer follows a set number of patterns pretty much religiously, allowing you to predict each challenger’s movements through rote (and additional coinage), but it’s still gratingly common for Ryu to expire within the first ten seconds of a particular round when his villainous rival proceeds to leap forth and cruelly wail into him before you can do anything about it.
Staff review by Sho (July 21, 2004)
Sho enjoys classic video games, black comedy, and poking people until they explode -- figuratively or otherwise. He also writes a bit.
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