187 Ride Or Die review:
Racing, violence, and the urban culture: I don’t mean to sound stereotypical, but they seem to go hand-in-hand with one another. When you look at games like Grand Theft Auto or True Crime, many people will be quick to judge that they influence the youth to be incoherently raged out of their minds. Meanwhile, with games like Midnight Club 3, it’s apparent that a lot of focus is going away from race cars and import tuners and shifting to tons of chrome and showboating a ride. While 187 Ride or Die doesn’t really feature the bling-bling aspect of racing, it does try to offer a solution to those who may not remember a little franchise called Twisted Metal (which we’re still praying Jaffe will pick back up one day). You will have to note in the previous sentence where I said try, because that seems to be all 187 offers: trying to ride off the controversy of violence in video games while offering some of the most ridiculous car combat ever in what is possibly one of the worst games of the year.
187 Ride Or Die review: