Sat on my own, I've both no-one else's laughter to inspire me and I'm simply not in the mindset for the lowest of low culture. Nathan played the game on Wii, in the apparent company of chums, and I am quite sure that it only takes one person hooting at Overkill's record-breaking stream of swearing, nonsense dialogue, knowingly wooden acting or politically incorrect zombies (guy in a wheelchair, fat'n'thin poledancers etc) to set everyone else off. So it's not that.Ģ) I'm always having a grumpy day! So it could be that.ģ) Yes, it's that. However, I retain a seemingly unquenchable thirst for genre fiction in all its forms, videogames in almost all their forms, swearing like a motherfucker and killing digital things in more intricate ways than simply hovering a targeting reticule over their faces and pressing the left mouse button. Here are my responses to these self-made accusations:ġ) It is true that my interest in shooty-bang games and indeed cinema has lessened in recent years. Perhaps I'm getting prudish, intolerant of sound and fury, or becoming lower-case-c conservative.ģ) I played the game on my own, in an office chair in a small room. 34 isn't old by human standards, but by Man Who Writes About Videogames For A Living standards I'm entitled to apply for a bus pass. Helplessly, I found myself reading 2009 reviews of Overkill, and there was no shortage of positivity (thought I was relived to find many references to the story and dialogue becoming grating later in the game). Now, I know that Nathan tends to be as discomfited as I am by cheap objectification and titillation in videogames, so this couldn't be so simple a matter as two minds coming from completely different directions. In my defence, that wasn't my intention - I looked up Nathan's announcement post on TTOD:O so I could link to it in this piece, then was floored by his outpouring of enthusiasm for the original Overkill. I read another critic's take on the game, and thus my own was compromised.
TYPING OF THE DEAD OVERKILL TORRENT
I had a diatribe all written, a torrent of invective about Overkill's clumsy, failed satire of grindhouse movies, how its up-to-eleven objectification of its female characters isn't excused by having its tongue jammed so forcefully into its cheek that you can practically count its papillae, how in any case grindhouse mockery/adulation is so 2007 and how if you are going to rely on satire, it needs to be smarter than featuring obese zombie strippers and a black character who employs the word 'motherfucker' in every single sentence. (I'm not being entirely honest there, actually. This was my first experience of Overkill, and I'm afraid I couldn't find a single thing to like about it.
The Typing Of The Dead: Overkill is its sequel, and also a similar modification of 2009 Wii on-rails shooter The House Of The Dead: Overkill, which used grindhouse movies rather than Resident Evil-esque survival horror as its basis. It was and is the greatest concept for a videogame ever - that delectably weird disconnect between diligently rote-typing oridinary but unpredictable words and the extreme violence of zombie massacre. I didn't enjoy this shock sequel to The Typing of the Dead, a 2000 (on PC) reworking of arcade and console on-rails shooter The House of the Dead 2, in which you killed zombies by correctly typing on-screen words at them reallyreallyreally quickly instead of waving around a plastic lightgun. By which I don't mean "two hundred quid on a new graphics card every couple of years."
TYPING OF THE DEAD OVERKILL PC
Sometimes, there's a price to be paid for being a PC gamer.
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