Spoiler alert! Colorflys has been rated among the top 10 kid games and top 20 family games. It’s definitely a game for kids, but probably not for kids who have discovered the joys of virtual zombie hunting or hacking away at enemies. It’s gorgeous and perfect for those parents who live in an imaginary world where kids play in peace and harmony.
It’s game day Friday on the last day of kids week and I couldn’t resist reviewing a game that was heavily hyped even before it was released. One look at it and it’s easy to see why. This is a game for parents who want their children to live in Barbieland. Bright colors, bubbly sound and music and dazzling butterflies.
My son Bryan and my two nephews would have loved it when they were four, and as soon as they learned to work a joystick they would have dropped it for something with explosions and noise.
Nor am I saying this is a girls’ game. I know girls who could beat Stephen and Nathan at any game with guns or light sabers, and enjoy every moment of it. And these aren’t even the girls who will ink their own tats, shave off Barbie’s hair when they reach puberty and plaster their rooms with Joan Jett and Patty Smith posters in celebration of a long-past era when women rockers had balls.
Colorflys is for kids who want to play with pretty colors and horsies. This isn’t a game like Bloons where adults can actually enjoy the game too. This is the kind of family game where adults have to work hard to pretend their kids win. I mean bend over backwards to lose so their kid’s self-esteem won’t be shattered.
Like my dad used to do with Bryan. Not me, mind you, but Bryan his grandson. Truth be told Baptist Preacher’s Kids (BPK) don’t need to be molly-coddled. It’s a cruel world out there and Satan lurks behind every door. BP Dads don’t have the luxury of worrying about their son’s self-esteem. That’s what BP Grandparents do when they lose the taste for righteous rearing. And that’s why he deliberately missed the wicket every time he and Bryan played croquet, dealt himself the two of clubs from the bottom of the deck, and always told Bryan that when grand dads throw six dots on a dice they only get to move ahead one square and they lose their turn when they throw doubles.
When you first open Colorflys, the game seems fantastic. The graphics and music are dynamic and compelling. Far more compelling than the game itself, which basically requires you to lasso butterflies with your finger and catch them. Lassoing makes them disappear and you collect points.
Unless you lasso the wrong color butterfly, then you lose points.
The artwork is delightful and the sounds and music bright and compelling. Far more so than the game.
I can see where little kids would really be intrigued and challenged to exercise their fine motor finger skills as they chase after butterflies. But after three or four levels, lassoing butterflies really loses its adult appeal. (Okay, one or two in my case, although I really tried). Imagine sixty levels of lassoing blue or red butterflies.
I’m not saying it isn’t a challenge, and iGotit games works hard to escalate the stakes. By the third stage players must contend with rain, bees, spider webs and bumping butterflies. They may well have to color the butterflies to collect the species they need, and then pinch butterflies together to combine their colors into new colors.
In some levels you have to manually paint the butterflies by dragging dots into place. In others you have to pinch two together to form a new color.
Jenny would probably enjoy batting at the butterflies, but cat paws aren’t designed to make lassos or pinch colors. So she simply sits on my shoulder and tries to figure out why I look at butterflies. Fortunately for her, I get tired of the game quickly and petting her is much more fun.
Jenny Manytoes rates Colorflys.
Jenny Manytoes would take a nap next to Colorflys. Maybe it’s fun for kittens and four-year-olds. And, quite frankly, if you trust your four-year-old or Rainbow Brite loving kid with your iPad, I think it would be a great game for them. But if you’re tempted to try it for yourself (and by “you” I mean anyone old enough to read this post—which includes both nephews), don’t bother.