Oh yes, life on Charlie’s-Angels-review island is good. Only very rarely does a game come along that is so truly worthy of nothing but the highest of scorn, that I get to fire all my synapses at will, locked and loaded in their full and upright position, at a target so rightly receptive. But even so, I would feel guilty if I had summed up this review without noting as least one “good” quality about the game. It’s easy to dish out nothing but hate on a game, and I’d feel like I failed to perform my duty as “impartial public interactive digital entertainment assessor” if I couldn’t muster a single compliment for the game. So, here goes. Every bad guy that you fight has their own health bar, uh, more games should, erm, do that. So you see, I’m not a playa [sic] hater, per se’, I just hate this game.