The game has three classes of vehicle - namely Derby, Race and Street - which progress from slow but deliciously smashable old rustbuckets in Derby, through to gleaming speed demons in Street. The structure of FlatOut: Ultimate Carnage isn't remarkably complex. Let's stick to the positive for now let's talk about the basic commandments of FlatOut - Go Fast and Break Stuff - and exactly how well they're implemented.
The caveat, sadly, is somewhat significant significant enough, perhaps, to be a deal-breaker for many people. It's a little-known fact that Superman is an avid voyeur of car crashes. That, alone, is recommendation enough to turn the heads of any arcade racing fan - and we give that recommendation with only one caveat. It's a gleeful, wanton rampage of a racing game, an orgy of vehicular destruction and high speed which makes Criterion's well-loved series look sedate and old-fashioned. Feature for feature, second for second, crash for crash FlatOut is, quite simply, a better game than any of the recent incarnations of Burnout. If you're thinking, "well, that actually sounds like more fun" - you're not wrong. Where Burnout has you racing through gleaming cityscapes and exotic global locations in a progression of increasingly shiny and improbable racing machines, FlatOut is all about ripping through rough tracks and hillbilly back-yards, weaving a trail of astonishing destruction in muddied, roaring old rustbuckets. Not only does this description have the benefit of being entirely true it also seems likely that that's exactly what the developer was aiming for. The series - now in its third incarnation - has been called "Burnout's Redneck Cousin" before, and will undoubtedly be called that many more times over the coming weeks. It's not exactly a new or innovative phrase, but there's one line that springs inevitably to mind every time I try to think of a way to describe FlatOut: Ultimate Carnage.
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