Once upon a time in the '90s, when basketball wasn't just an Olympic sport and sneakers didn't come with a second mortgage, Midway dropped 'NBA Hangtime' onto the unsuspecting public. What can you expect from a game that is essentially a neon-infused cousin of 'NBA Jam'? Let's dive into the courts, or maybe just the arcade cabinets, to see if this game is a slam dunk or just another awkward airball.
Anticipation hangs in the air as you boot up 'NBA Hangtime'. This game is like 'NBA Jam' on several cans of energy drink. It carries over the two-on-two format and, oh boy, does it bring the hype! You can create players! Yes, EVERYONE loves to create a player and click 'psych' on their wildly unrealistic creations—who would have thought that a 7'4" center that dunked on a trampoline could exist? Not to mention the insane alley-oops and double dunks, the only way to make your friend feel worse about his 'dude' hung up in the net is by hanging on the rim while tossing a quick assist to your equally fabulous teammate. Each game encapsulates the 1996-97 NBA rosters, so you'll be playing with the likes of endless sneakers-wearing legends. It’s all peaches and cream until the AI—as complex as a cereal box—starts goal-tending like it's on the payroll. Difficulty spikes are best solved not with strategy but with a good old-fashioned dunk contest... or maybe just mashing the buttons. The new combination lock feature is a shining gem; it's the 90s version of a cheat code that you’d find in a pizza parlor or printed on receipts. The game keeps track of your victories, and it encourages you to be basically Beavis and Butt-Head levels of childishness when you realize beating all 29 teams unlocks secret characters. These added perks might have made you think that players were on fire the first time they sank that distant three-pointer, but now they literally go 'on fire' in the gameplay. 'Team fire' mode is like a duet album from the 'Spice Girls'—not needed but surprisingly entertaining. And for those trivia buffs out there, the game throws out NBA trivia after matches. Bonus points for keeping your brain in the game, because who doesn't want to combine their intellect with their ‘Flaunt, not Flop’ playstyle?
For a game released smack in the middle of the 90s basketball renaissance, visually, 'NBA Hangtime' doesn't look half bad. The character sprites could either be mistaken for action figures or graduates of the 'Most Awkward Physics Class', yet they possess a certain charm (cue nostalgic music). It’s colorful and cartoony with a level of delightful exaggeration that screams, 'Hey! I’m having fun!' The animations, while not groundbreaking, seem to capture the rhythm of heated gameplay without tripping over themselves. The arenas practically glow, and the crowd engagement looks like they're caught up in a major rave fest as you dunk on their dreams. The announcer sounds like he was given a 2-liter of soda before stepping into the booth—sometimes hyping up mundane plays as if they’re history-making slam dunks. Once you've seen a couple of doubles from the competition, you're almost hoping for a post-game analysis on your couch at home.
'NBA Hangtime' is like a bowl of cereal you used to see on Saturday morning cartoons—sweet, a little crunchy, but might leave you a tad unsatisfied as you endure those long loading screens on PlayStation. While the gameplay certainly has its ups (and knees to the face) and maintains solid fun with friends, it doesn't quite eclipse its predecessor, 'NBA Jam'. Yet, somehow it has managed to rope fans into its eccentricities of player creation and random trivia that feels like a slumber party necessity. Ultimately, 'NBA Hangtime' is not going to replace excellent modern sports titles, but it's a glorious peep into the past that'll have you reminiscing over your youth while you dunk over your friends—and for that, it merits a solid 6.5 Popsicles out of 10. Dust off that DualShock controller, or better yet, invite over some friends who only know how to do half-court shots while they try to figure out which direction is up—and your couch may just be the next arena.