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Billed as the "antidote" to the modern shooter, Bulletstorm is certainly on a much higher level of ridiculousness than, say, the Call of Duty franchise or the recent reboot of Medal of Honor. Even its sister series, Gears of War, which is over-the-top in its own right, can't keep up with Bulletstorm's old school, hyper masculine tendencies. And yet, it doesn't go quite far enough.
The campaign starts on the ridiculous right foot. Hell, protagonist Grayson Hunt and his compatriot Rell are drunk through most of the tutorial. Attempting to shoot a bottle off of a captive's head while completely hammered on whatever space hooch they managed to get their hands on is a wonderful introduction to a game that doesn't take itself too seriously and isn't afraid to take on the bigger names in the genre. A game that, by parodying its overly serious contemporaries, gives the genre the kick in the ass it needs to break itself of its obsession with melodrama. Unfortunately, Bulletstorm doesn't manage to escape the pitfalls of those it seemingly attempts to lampoon.

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