The great games are rarely the unexpected ones anymore. In an industry of hype, commercialism and sequels, no one would expect a game slapped with Marc Ecko's name on it to be a success. In fact, no one did, including the mainstream gaming media, the mayor of New York (who wanted it banned) or the gamers themselves. Welcome to Getting Up, a game that has a single purpose: to slap everyone of its detractor's in the face.

No one is going to be sure where this one came from or how it ended up being such a shocker, but this is a wildly fun title, made better by a sense of style and available options to the player. It's not completely together given its somewhat sloppy feel. That comes from the combat, a weak beat-em-up that offers plenty of moves, but not the precise control needed for the game's engine.

You'll be battling a variety of foes in an effort to gain street cred. By using various means, you'll be plastering graffiti everywhere in-between battles. The system used here is wonderful, using the left analog stick to control the characters arm and square (and later triangle) to tag. Filling in a variety of pre-set pieces (and choices are customizable as more are unlocked in the black book), you'll be timed, in danger, or being stealthy to avoid detection to spray your piece where appropriate. It's never tiring, even when the action is spaced liberally.

For the most part, the system works. The well-planned control scheme makes jumping simple and effective. Rarely will you fall at the expense of health. There are plenty of moments where you'll be leaping from building to building, and without the assist, Getting Up would lose a lot. The camera stays put here, though during fights, it's not as consistent.

One of the issues causing problems with Getting Up is the atmosphere. The graphics do a fine job of representing a slum, and the graffiti stands out against the bleak, depressing walls. It's the unbelievably cheap dialogue, spouting off pathetic phrases and overused rough language, that make the entire experience cheaper than it should be. It's impossible to take this story of an oppressed 20-something artist seriously because of it.