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			POSTED 
			12/7/13
 
  HOTLINE MIAMI
 
 Devolver Digital
 
 
         
 
  
			 
			
			Bang! 
			You’re dead.
 Bang! You’re dead.
 
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			dead.
 
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 Oops, sorry. Forgot to delete our play notes...
 
 Imagine 
			Quentin Tarantino sitting down at his Commodore 64 and punching out 
			a videogame. Due to a complete space time continuum meltdown, he’s 
			got Nicolas Winding Refn’s Drive playing in the background 
			(on VHS, messing with that time thing even more) while his thoughts 
			turn to Gauntlet and Elevator Action – erm, the 
			latter if it was top-down and had stairs instead of lifts.
 
 That’s kinda Hotline Miami, with oodles of gore, extra 
			dollops of really fucked-up and more pixelated chiptuney 
			faberoonieness than you could poke a SID chip-sporting Amstrad at.
 
 You’re the ovine in-game equivalent of Ryan Gosling. Listen to 
			answering machine, absorb increasingly full-on messages equating to 
			one goal: jump into funky ’80s sports car, motor stylishly to venue 
			and eradicate all life. The splattier the better.
 
 At your 
			disposal is an increasingly murdertational array of weaponry, from 
			bludgeontastic baseball bats and pool cues through to an 
			NRA-member’s wet dream boomstick cavalcade. Or hell, just use your 
			fists or knock out opposing peeps with doors. This is where strategy 
			comes in. Or stragety if you’re Bugs Bunny.
 
 Run silent, run 
			deep and you won’t attract much attention. Assail targets with all 
			guns blazing and you’ll attract more attention than a naked Heather 
			Locklear impersonating Madonna at a Top Gun screening 
			during a Duran Duran concert. These targetesque types are amazingly 
			adept at being accurate, so one slip and you’re dead. Uh-huh – cue 
			complete level restart. Advantage-doling masks help a bit. The 
			operative word being “a bit”. Which is two words. Or a letter and a 
			word. Like, you know, whatever!
 
 This wonderfully ultraviolent 
			throwback to videogames’ days of relative innocence is ace – 
			providing you possess a modicum of patience. If you’re more Riggs 
			than Murtaugh then your brain will quickly pop.
 
 
     
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