I remember a long time ago, for Nintendo Power's 100th issue, Bebe's Kids was chosen as hands-down the worst Super NES game of all time. This was the only time I'd even heard of it, so I didn't know it was actually based on a movie.
The fact that Paramount is still around is proof that someone must have sold their soul to the devil.
I've never seen the movie, and I considered hitting up the library and nearby rental places (so I'd be able to compare the movie to the game) until I realized that any time spent watching Bebe's Kids could be better spent by literally doing anything else at all. The same could be said of playing the game, doubly so in fact, but I don't usually think that far ahead and that's why I play bad games and blog about them instead of actually having a job.
So I get to the title screen and press Start, and I'm presented with a choice of two characters, who I assume are Bebe's titular Kids. I kind of didn't want to pick either of them because I hate both of them and they both look like horrible unlikeable cretins but I ended up picking Kahlil for reasons I no longer remember.
Look at the scowls on their faces! And those cans of spraypaint! That's how you know they have attitude.
After that, I'm told to "observe the rules while in Funworld" and the game begins. Immediately I notice the enormous signboard detailing these rules. Well actually they're just the same two rules repeated over and over again and neither of them make any sense whatsoever.
Bevis may have gotten banned from Funworld, but Butthead managed to get away scot-free.
The game itself is kind of like Final Fight. That is, if Final Fight were programmed by heroin addicts who coded the engine by taking turns hitting the keyboard with a chair. As far as I can tell you have two attacks, a punch and a kick that are equally useless. They do almost zero damage each and I'm pretty sure that upon being hit, enemies step back and laugh at you instead of staggering in pain. It'd be pretty discouraging if the bad guys retaliated in any way whatsoever. Well actually, the guys in non-rat suits pick you up by the scruff of your neck, which drains your life until you mash buttons to flail your arms around like a doofus and break free. And it's still pretty discouraging.
If you want a picture of the future, imagine a little boy punching a rat-man in the groin - forever.
The game barely gives you enough time to get to the next area. In fact I died three times because I didn't punch rat-men in the junk quick enough, and when I did get to the next level I literally had maybe three seconds left. Immediately I was accosted by a man demanding to know where Peewee was. I thought maybe he was Bebe but then I remembered that's a girl's name, and if her kids being horrible delinquents is any indication then Bebe is probably in jail somewhere for holding up a liquor store.
STOP SNITCHING
Now, I hate for this to happen in such an early entry on this blog but I could not get past the next area and so I could not beat the game. For the life of me I couldn't figure out what to do. The guy from the cutscene caught glasses being knocked down by who I assume was Peewee but there was nowhere to go and nothing to do except listen to the same four notes play over and over again and get hit by the falling glasses and die, which is exactly what happened. To make matters worse the game threw me all the way back to the start and expected me to punch rat-men again. Well, eff that, I said.
You have got to be frikkin' kidding me.
There are lots of things I like to pretend are actually secret government programs to determine who is too stupid to allow to breed. I like to imagine that people who watch American Idol and buy Tim and Eric's Awesome Show on DVD are secretly being kidnapped and taken to some facility in the desert where they're studied to determine what makes them so dumb. At first I knew this was my way of coping with how asinine our world is and it didn't really happen, but think about it. I don't know anyone who had a physical copy of this game and neither do you, so maybe there's something to my little hypothesis.