Stolen

Whatever a man can do, a woman can accomplish just as well. That's the theory anyway, and here to prove her mettle in the testosterone-fuelled evasion industry is Anya, a light-fingered lass with an alluring cleavage and star of Stolen. She's no government agent mind; rather, she's a common tea leaf of the near future, decked out in tight-fitting garb and all manner of high-tech gadgetry to help her avoid getting caught by the fuzz.

And my. does she get about some; swinging across huge gaps, running up vertical walls and flipping to out-of-reach ledges are all breathless examples of her athletic prowess. However, when it comes to doing the sneakery, Anya is only pale imitation of the great Sam Fisher.

The problems start early on with sprints and somersaults that are easily performed to the point where much of the game feels like it's on rails. On meeting guards the experience quickly deteriorates, with watchmen that seem to lack the required sensory awareness to perform their duty, and an arsenal that's less than capable when you do eventually stumble, quite literally, into them.

Combat is laughably simplistic; just pummel the mouse button until someone keels over. It's all non-lethal takedowns too, so there's no satisfaction in completing a stylish kill either, just the frustration of knowing that in a few seconds the lardy-arsed guards will be back on their feet and flicking on their torches. Sorry Anya, this is a man's world.