The Burnout team swap cars for Kalashnikovs in a first-person blast that is big, dumb and full of guns and probably the last great shooter for the PlayStation 2 generation.
There is a reason the developers describe Black as “gun porn”.
In this four-course feast for the explosion-starved, players fill the hobnails of Jack Kellar, part of the world’s most brutal strike force, as he hunts down an ex-CIA operative in the Eastern Bloc.
But just as Burnout threw realism to the wind in favour of pulse-pounding carnage, so Black is devoid of any real strategy, puzzles or needlessly complicated plot.
Instead it favours the most lethal cocktail of weapons ever seen in a game and with the emphasis on blowing up anything that moves.
In fact, even if it does not move, you can pretty much reduce it to rubble, as in the Red Faction game.
