Conclusion: If you’re willing to forgive the lack of story, the sub-par graphics and sheer silliness of it all, you’ll be rewarded with a hugely entertaining game that plays remarkably well, mustering a fair few hours of explosive driving action.
Conclusion: Concept: A seamless blend of tried-and-true racing objectives and summer blockbuster action movie fireworks
Graphics: Vin Diesel's model is well done and the intensity of the crashes jumps off your screen
Sound: Vin is appropriately deep in timbre, and I'm glad that the other actors' accents seem to...
Excerpt: Name: The Wheelman Genre: Driving, Action Platform: Xbox 360, PlayStation 3, PC (Reviewed on PlayStation 3) The industry was shocked when The Chronicles of Riddick: Escape from Butcher Bay outperformed most other shooters of its time, considering it was developed by Starbreeze and newcomer Tigon...
Excerpt: Given Midway's heavily publicised financial problems and Wheelman's late shift to publisher Ubisoft, you'd be forgiven for thinking this is a game to avoid. We certainly had our reservations, assuming it would be a mildly entertaining action romp that sat somewhere between Driv3r and GTA 4 - we...
Summary: Wheelman could have been an awesome action game. But there are too many problems that hold it back. Making a game frustrating does not ever equal fun. Having AI that rubber bands like no tomorrow does not equal fun.
Summary: Just as The Chronicles of Riddick gave everyone plenty of reason to be skeptical before the game's original release, Wheelman overcomes the odds to prove that Vin Diesel isn't a gaming one-hit wonder.
Excerpt: A case of better late than never, this review of The Wheelman comes embarrassingly late. So why bother doing it then, right? Well it is also highlights everything that is (was?) wrong with Midway as a publisher.
Conclusion: For a game based on the stunts and glitz of Hollywood, Wheelman is severely lacking in the thrills department, with it's unambitious premise and subpar execution. Wheelman - coming to a bargain bin near you.
Excerpt: skulks somewhere off in the dunes, powering out onto the strip at intervals to clobber civilian traffic. Rockstar's take up two lanes apiece, each car mashing its mirrored bodywork against the other in a gush of white-hot triple-A sparks.
Excerpt: Two semis roar through the city of Barcelona. Careening wildly between rows of shops and apartment complexes while charred or flattened corpses pile up behind them, the vehicles are a rolling war zone.