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Being a huge fan of the movie, I couldn't wait to get my hands on the Back To The Future NES game. I still remember the day when I finally got my hands on it. I thought you would be able to fly the Delorean, fight biff, roam around the streets of Hill Valley, the possibilities were almost endless. I popped in the cartridge gleeming with anticipation, "finally, after all this waiting! This is gonna be cool!" I said. Five minutes later I asked my mom to return it for another game. My brother still makes fun of me till this very day about it. |
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| The game itself is identical to the movie, except for a few minor changes. The movie focused on Marty Mcfly traveling back in time to 1965 Hill Valley. He had to avoid the town bully Biff, make his parents fall in love, and find a way back to the future(hehe get it? Back to the future?...*bang*). The game involves Marty walking down the street collecting clocks while being attacked by bees, little girls in hula hoops, and at random times having spasms. After each street is complete, a little mini game must be completed. Like throwing milkshakes at people and hiding behind textbook to block hearts from his mother. Cool. |
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Can't a guy walk down the street and pick up clocks in peace? |
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| Remember that part in the movie when an insane little girl in a hula hoop stood in the middle of the street shooting darts at people!? |
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| Apparently Hill Valley has been invaded by giant African Bee's. Not just ordinary African bees, but extra jumbo 4 feet tall African bees that only attack people with the name Marty Mcfly. |
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| This guy is hell bent on kicking Marty's ass for no apparent reason. Doesn't he have a job? or a family to support? How bout goals or dreams? |
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| Either these guys are doing some type of gay ritual dance that requires you to hold your johnson and point to the sky, or they are the worst mimes in the world. Wait I *think* they might be moving glass, the ambiguously gay method. |
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  Ahh yes, attacked by bees once again. |
After playing this game you'll be able to successfully navigate threw an asteroid field.
However, you do have a chance to get a freakin' bowling ball to whip at the enemies, but if you get hit ONE time you lose it. The bees usually come back in about 3..ehhh..maybe 4 seconds. Keep in mind during all this you have a time limit that runs 10 times faster then normal time. When Marty doesn't collect enough clocks or runs out of time, he falls to ground. He then proceeds to have what looks like seizure or a fit. I thought it was funny at first, then I found it sad....then I laughed again. Bees!? Bowling Balls!!? hula hoops!!!? Ambiguously gay window movers!!!!? what the fuck!? I would be havin' a spasm too!  Poor Marty..
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OH MY, THE MINI GAMES
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| The first of four mini games, Marty must move up and down the counter throwing milkshakes at guys in leather pants. Seems like a very simple task, but the collision detection is horrible. Common logic would say that if you stand in front of someone and throw something at them, it would hit them. Well, not with BTTF. Stand in front of the bullies and throw a milkshake, it might hit you, even activate some type of nuclear device. |
I don't think we wanna know what Marty is doing behind the counter...
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Unfortunately, this mini game lasts about 10 minutes. You have to hit at least 60 of the bullies and they come in swarms. They also have the ability to chuck ice cream cones at Marty, which stuns him. Those Ice cream cones must be made of stone. If one of the bullies gets to Marty, they'll slide him across the counter, sending him face first into the doors...I really hope Marty busted his face up good. Once in awhile, a girl on roller blades will give you a "power milkshake" that aids you in the absolutely nothing department. | |
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The best way to break a woman's heart is not to sleep with her best friend, or her own mother. It's hiding in front of a textbook. The object of this shitty game is to block an endless stream of hearts from his mother. After playing this stage for a couple of seconds, I felt like gauging my eyes out with a registering them for the |
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I HATE THIS STAGE. I HATE THIS STAGE. I HATE THIS STAGE.I HATE THIS STAGE. I HATE THIS STAGE. I HATE THIS STAGE.I HATE THIS STAGE. I HATE THIS STAGE. I HATE THIS STAGE. |
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 Hey look it's Eddy Munster... |
This is hands down, one of the dumbest, repulsive, makes-your-piss-boil stages ever. You play An Eddy-Munster-just-got-out-of-prison version of Marty Mcfly. Music notes will come shooting at you from each side of the stage. Press up to put the guitar high to get high notes, medium notes leave him be, and low notes press down (get it? high notes,low notes? Down, up? heeheee clever idea...*bang*)
You gotta keep doin' this until the love meter goes up. BUT If you screw up on just ONE of the notes the meter will start at the beginning. The controls on this stage are sluggish. Marty, not you, pretty much decides what he wants to do.
GO MARTY GO.....OFF A CLIFF! |
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Nope, it's not legend, myth, or fable. There IS a Dalorean level, which is the final level. Which the "designers" probably intended that you not get to. Thanks to my expertise gameplay, I finally got to it....yeah I used Game Genie. Pretty much just Goin' down the street avoiding zig zags until the car reaches 88. I always wondered what this stage looked like when I was younger, I pictured something less....how do you say?..ah...yes....shittier.
After that, we get the LJN trademark "One Frame or Less" ending. Whoo... |
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Back to the Future is a horrid game that truly shows LJN's common "Crap it, Slap it, Wrap it" motto. Crap out a horrendous game, slap a well known name on it, wrap it up and sell it for 50 bucks. It's also the first game to ever get the official gamecrap "Seal of Crap" award. An award given to a game that outstand's in utter crapulence. Go Marty Go. |
 Back to the Future 2 & 3 2 crappy games for the price of one. |
 Back to the Future 3 Great Scott! Another Back to the future game!!? |
 Bebe's Kids If you thought Back to the Future was bad... |
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