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Who wants to be a millionaire?, PC CDROM
Games, Richard Young, 20 January 1999 Rating: F1


I really can’t fathom certain retailers marketing policies. It was only very recently that I dropped into my local music/video/console game outlet looking for the recently released Space Channel 5. Being such a hotly anticipated release, surely it was to have its own display? No. No promotional Ulala standees? Nothing. As I began to think I had got the wrong release date, I noticed a lone copy nestling discreetly alongside Sega Bass fishing. And yet, on that same day, several million copies of Who wants to be a Millionaire? in every format available covered a nearby shelving unit the size of a block of flats.


The idea that a game will sell more because it’s based on a naff primetime quiz show is irritating enough. But the fact that this is such an obvious cash-in AND one of the worst games to hit any console, is just taking the biscuit. And I’m not talking chocolate Hob-Nobs here. I mean the cheapest, economy digestives. Boasting graphics that are based on "the actual display the real contestant sees" (like, wow) and the increasingly nauseating tones of Mr. Chris Tarrant himself saying "Is that your final answer?" every single time you make a choice, this quickly becomes even less fun than watching the show itself.


The lifelines make even less sense. Asking the audience means being presented with a virtual collective point of view, which is not always correct, while phoning a friend entails listening to some poor voice actor desperately trying to pay their bills. They provide an answer, which again, might not necessarily be the right one. And, as anyone who has played Trivial Pursuit before knows, play for long enough and the same questions will begin to come round again and again. And of course, at the end of the game, you get to win – that’s right! A pretend cheque! Gee blinking whizz. I would like to think anyone intelligent enough to answer these kind of general knowledge questions will be bright enough to give this pile of tat a wide birth. Here’s an idea: Organise a game of Triv’, phone some real friends, and save youself 30 quid in the process.




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