Contrary to the far more joyful atmosphere that pervades most of the rest of the title, the opening scene comes across as a near-parodic rendering of the very worst aspects of forgettable, gung-ho FPS games of the late '00s. Here, our hero endures their first day at Marshall, an extremely morally dubious private military group. No more clearly is this neglect demonstrated than in the opening mission. Unfortunately, Volition's latest doesn't always remember this crucial aspect of Saints Row's appeal. It is, at its core, a ludicrous power fantasy.
In fact, mowing down hordes of enemies in Saints Row often feels gratuitous. The trifecta of abilities, takedowns, and overblown gunplay make you feel at least a little bit superhuman. Though they don’t make for a radical shift from the third-person shooter status quo, they do add another avenue through which Saints Row’s more over-the-top elements might manifest themselves. These extra tools in your arsenal can be activated by spending Flow points, which you acquire as you inflict damage or take lives. These range from mundane fare, like grenades and smoke bombs, to anime fire punches and vampiric, health-stealing buffs. As you progress through the game, you’ll unlock skills that you can use during combat to destructive effect. They are luxurious.Īdding icing to the Layer Cake, we have the new Flow system, a welcome addition to the Saints Row combat experience. Approach an unfortunate enemy fighter, press the correct button, and your Boss will deftly execute a no-holds-barred takedown worthy of only the juiciest action movies or most bombastic WWE cage fights. Fight long enough, and your takedown meter fills. Despite the title's more grounded pretensions, your every action in combat amounts to gloating. Rather, it is an exercise in showboating. This is because combat in Saints Row is not a carefully curated military contest. This is a feature that makes the game better. It is like aiming a harpoon while trapped inside a giant vat of treacle. The basic assault rifle feels like a firehose crossed with your kid brother's fully automatic, electric-powered Nerf gun.
Fortunately, Saints Row doesn't care that it's not Battlefield. The basic assault rifle feels like a firehose crossed with your kid brother's fully automatic, electric-powered Nerf gunĭo not come to Saints Row expecting a precise, artisanal shooting experience. What you get out of Saints Row will be largely contingent on how much you enjoy this process. At its worst, it's tedious and overwrought.
You turn up, do some crime, then shoot some people out of necessity. You spend most of your time in Saints Row shooting at somebody.
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