The word ‘Jammit’ immediately elicits memories of a game very near and dear to my heart, Toejam & Earl. A game that, in my humble opinion, is one of the greatest games of all time. Those of you who have had the pleasure of playing that game will no doubt understand the reference. Unfortunately for Jammit, it has just damned itself to the seventh level of Videogame Hell simply by being mentioned in the same breath as Toejam & Earl and failing to live up to that gold standard – an unfavourable comparison for many a videogame, and an unfair one, some may say.
Upon realising that Jammit is in fact a basketball game, it reminded me of yet another videogame: NBA Jam. This is also an unfavourable comparison for any basketball game, recent or otherwise. Basketball videogame aficionados feel free to disagree with me here, but to my mind there hasn’t been a good basketball game since NBA Jam (perhaps with the exception of NBA Hangtime, which was essentially NBA Jam 2). Good simulations of the sport of basketball mayhap, but not good basketball videogames.
Now that I’ve done Jammit the disservice of comparing it to two great Jams, let’s discuss the game on its own merits. What do I like about the game? Well, I like the funky slap-bass soundtrack, which matches the title quite well; I like the fact that there’s a ‘Trash Talk’ setting in the options screen ranging from ‘off’ to ‘some’ to ‘lots’; and that’s about it. Don’t say I didn’t try.
Aside from those things, Jammit is a rather bland basketball offering. It’s street basketball, so it takes place on a grey concrete half-court with chain-link fences. That’s a lot of grey. It’s one-on-one street basketball, so there are only two fleshy sprites to break up the grey. There are exactly three playable characters to choose from – two black guys and a white chick – meaning only three possible match-ups. Said characters are photo-captured Mortal Kombat-style like just about every other awful game of that era. To think this kind of gritty oatmeal ugliness and ‘street’ ‘tude is actually praised in today’s games – it’s boring and cringeworthy!
And then comes the racism. Again. And the sexism; don’t forget the sexism! Both of these vices are embodied in one character: Roxy. Not only is she named and dressed like a prostitute, I’m pretty sure her stats have been messed with on account of her being both white, and female.
I realised this once I mastered the pilot controls for dunking – Microsoft Basketball Simulator-style – white chick can’t dunk, man! Only lay it up. Facts be damned, I call racism! And sexism! And the fires of the seventh hell upon this game!