Edwin Evans-Thirlwell
Another rewarding glimpse inside the mind of London's greatest detective that's a little too old-fashioned and clumsy to shine.
A woeful continuation of the Blood Dragon universe that splices Trials' brilliant handling with some torturously bad subgames.
This Kinect swansong shows that there was strange potential lurking within the peripheral after all.
Plastic's PS4 debut is an uneasy but exquisite mix of demoscene artwork and platformer, lifted by a sumptuous dance vocabulary.
Deus Ex's mix of shooting and stealth continues to flourish under Eidos Montreal, though the story isn't a match for the setting.
A cautious revival but a very worthwhile one, which creates a great foundation for future games.
As clever and original as it is tedious and broken, Mafia 3 has the makings of a classic, but doesn't go the distance.
Infinity Ward's return is a substantial, spectacular package, but it doesn't innovate enough to stick in the memory.
Arkane manages to better the already exceptional Dishonored in nearly every way, creating a masterpiece of open-ended design.
A brainless, buggy open-world game that's forgotten the second you put down the pad.
Resident Evil goes back to its founding principles for a more cohesive and chilling breed of horror game that stops short of greatness.
With six episodes under its belt, Hitman has proven itself to be a decadent, deadly comeback for Io Interactive.
A witty smalltown adventure with light puzzle-platforming elements that walks the line between nostalgia and nihilism.
Beautiful yet callous, Wildlands is a serviceable open worlder with strong co-op that doesn't quite put the Ghosts back on the map.
The combat crackles and the worlds are lush, but mediocre writing and tepid quests add up to what is probably BioWare's worst RPG yet.
Playtonic's tribute to Banjo is a gentle, irreverent platformer let down by spotty handling and a slight shortage of genius.
A wasteland you'll love to wander, but not a game you'll necessarily relish, The Signal from T'lva is a dark, frustrating work.
A perfectly horrid, wonderfully thought-out mixture of Majora's Mask-style time rewinding and Metroidvania exploration.
Media Molecule prot'g' Tarsier turns in a masterpiece of meat and malice, swiftly consumed but with a lingering aftertaste.
A wobbly first-person horror whose moments of splendid unease are spoiled by clunky stealth, casual misogyny and warmed-over scares.