Videogame Review, Super Mario 64 for the Nintendo 64
Take your hands off the keyboard. Don’t your eyes look funny? Can’t we see the concentric fortress of a painting into which Mario leaps before the acrylic bubbles in response? Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, but at least you are reading a question to respond to the game’s abstractions: talking bombs, mushroom guys, floating ships with wings… it all has to work out from controls and visuals to the general excellence of 64 bits. Rocks here and there swell to Mario’s testaments where sand shreds away at his toes, water tickles a splash, metal becomes invisible, a star floats from a chest, minions are passed, and so much more. Super Mario 64 is best played at a slow pace because you’ll have to see where dimensions meet in fixation to colors beyond the ordinary measure. King Koopa (or Bowser) is a big hulk of dynamite that often surrenders pressure to release a galaxy’s folds on an island somewhere across from the endless stairs and random time warps, so Mario has to keep his borders safe whenever heat and tension add onto a ghost’s spooks for the plumber’s shrinkage. For that matter, a statue of a dying orb hangs where the castle’s garden’s fountain reflects cement to the point of Bowser’s diminishing returns of voyage throughout a volcano local to the secret Egyptian hands. Mario jumps into a painting to get to his adventure for a mission. It’s funny how you can pick Mario’s nose and have him lose face in American plumbing uniform despite the fact Yoshi prefers to give our jumping, punching, kicking hero a golden leap move of the third, verified jump. A lot of commas I see. Sometimes you may pick up the wrong penguin after a mother calls from ice towards the footstep into a phenomenal cliff where a red coin may add two health points on Mario’s means of survival. It’s more than just meter though- coins are scarcely blue while flames trick up Mario’s rear in the Bowser dynasty, Princess Peach a mere glass to the shade of umbrage and feminine declarations, and yet the red-and-blue plumber fits his cap after either bombarding a vulture on a peaceful pillar or ticking off a primate into a dance over their shared hypnosis. A ship is sunk where the eel chews the net of weeds. Luigi is not here except by hacking which I don’t promote or else Mario would seem less important than his 3D magnifies a general identity for shipping coins, mushrooms, 1-ups, primates, bunnies, and an aged goose swimming towards the cloth of metallic powers. Are you lost? Maybe you should take another peek after observing great control, creative art, alluring scenery and performance along with Mario’s catchline for tea and promiscuous toads.
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