Scarface: The World Is Yours review

Everyone always knew Tony Montana was one tough hombre - but strong enough to survive the famous attack on his mansion? Last time we saw the Cuban drug lord, he was knee deep in blow and bullets, and his life appeared to be finito. However, in Scarface: The World Is Yours, our antihero has emerged none the worse for wear. He's as bad-ass as ever: a coke-dealing, woman-chasing, f-bomb-dropping son of a bitch hell-bent on reclaiming what he feels is still his.

Naturally, he’s got plans to get his empire back by any means necessary. Exploiting an arsenal of guns, rockets, and assorted goodies, Tony will gladly mow down scores of enemies to claw his way to the top once again... good thing that the shooting features work superbly. Artistic annihilation increases his Balls meter (yes, you read that right) much faster. When full, it allows for the glorious Blind Rage mode. These cinematic killing sprees feature slo-mo death-dealing that fills up his health bar - and they really help out in a pinch.

His cocaine-fueled blood feud with the gangs of Miami often spills out into the busy streets of the town; while innocents can’t be shot, Mr. Montana has no problem performing grotesquely satisfying, head-dispatching executions of enemies on sunny afternoons in front of dozens of civilians. After awhile, the insanely high body counts blur together in a whirl of bloodletting on an unimaginable scale.