An elegant, intuitive front end and adorable art style are a warm embrace to the newcomers, a hug in a landscape of sternly tutting fitness trainers. But what of the gamers who have paid WayForward's bills, the Contra lovers and Shantae fan clubs? They're rewarded with extreme difficulty spikes, enacted by the amorphous lovelies of a Miyazaki film. A Boy and his Blob panders to the Wii's unique audience all too well, dividing itself, and its impact, in the process.
