Review: Blitz: The League
Maybe your first impulse is to throw the red flag on this call, but since there are no red flags in pro football's evil twin: the legacy of Blitz continues. Blitz: The League brutalizes and trash talks its way into the next generation with determination and don't-give-a-crap attitude that is almost admirable.
It's busting a run on the Xbox 360, going up the middle with violent, raunchy, eight-on-eight, bad sportsmanship. Even its poster fiends, Bill Romanowski and Lawrence Taylor, are the antithesis of the NFL's football ideals (and by the way, kids, don't do drugs, either)...that's Blitz.
A Coach's Nightmare
Yup, it's Romo. Play dirty enough and he might spit in your grill, too.
There's little about the on-the-field antics that shout out "next gen!" but if there's one thing this franchise does well it's to make your adrenaline levels surge. With workmanlike efficiency, Blitz 360 pounds out the off-the-hook style of outrageous, usually brutal gameplay with a goodly arsenal of bone-cracking personal fouls...er, tackles.
By current standards, Blitz doesn't even paint a pretty picture. The graphics and animations show wear and tear with blocky looking character models and dull color. Even action on the field generally looks and feels mechanical--until you put a hurt on someone.
PROTIP: Activate then deactivate Clash mode rapidly to save power and charge Clash back up more quickly.
No football game anywhere finishes a play quite like Blitz. The eye-opening tackles look cool, and you almost (almost) wish Madden would take notice. Clash mode pushes the spectacular punishment up a notch with slow-mo that enables you to fine-tune the over-the-top moves.
Additionally, Blitz amps the entertainment factor by talking the talk. Before and after plays, there's more trash spewed here than at the city dump. There are some hilarious celebrations after touchdowns and big hits, too.
Just Don't Call It "Football"
Blitz is no work of art. It's quirky, bizarro entertainment that grabs you like a swift kick to the testosterone sack and is best played live with guys in an M-rated atmosphere. You know you want to--and some of you actually will. Romo and L.T. will be proud.
PROTIP: Examine the pass routes before the snap, you can find defensive gaps all over the field.