Graphically the entire affair seems to comprise of a mess of PS2 textures that have been upscaled to HD resolutions. The visuals completely fail to capture the immense charm inherent in Pixar movies, instead evoking the kind of bleak sensation that isn’t usually encountered outside of films which feature the holocaust. The usual suspects; frame-rate dropping and screen tearing are all present, as you might have come to expect by this stage. 

Glitches and bugs are minor, but you’re still likely to come across some during a play-through of the game. More amusingly bad glitches include: Wall·E slowly and inexplicably sinking into solid floors and objects, and perhaps most brilliantly, Wall·E suddenly kicking into a Torville & Dean impression as the physics engine suddenly decides that patches of tarmac within the game are actually made of ice.

The noises you’ll be expected to endure throughout Wall·E combine to form what is undoubtedly the most headache inducing ‘soundtrack’ ever created. Imagine the kind of nerve-twitchingly bad melodies that you’re often subjected to by American cartoons, then multiply that irritation by a thousand (carry over the five). Oh, and then take these grating ditties and put them on a five-second loop. Forever. Move over waterboarding and sensory deprivation, the U.S. Government might be about to find themselves a new torture-toy… 

It only seems fair to have an obligatory mention of the fact that Wall·E does feature a number of collectible items along with some multiplayer modes, but by the time you get around to these you’ll likely have thrown the game - or yourself - out of the nearest window. 

Wall·E is not a terribly executed game, but somehow someone somewhere has managed to create a game that is almost completely devoid of fun or enjoyment. After investing a chunk of time in the game, it’s painfully difficult not to find your mind wandering, left thinking of all the better ways you could have spent your time. Watching paint dry, bouncing a tennis ball against a wall, surfing random articles on Wikipedia, or banging your head against a brick wall.