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			POSTED 17/5/12
 
  MAX PAYNE 3
 
 Rockstar Games
 PS3 (also on Xbox 360, PC)
 
 
  
			 
			
			Max, 
			Max, Max. All he really needs are cigarettes and alcohol... and more 
			painkillers than Gregory House could crave limping through a Vicodin-addled 
			sploog dream.
 Yep, Max is back, mercifully looking less like Marky Mark since last 
			seen on our TV screens. He’s been through the wringer though. He’s 
			still got the moves, but he’s added delights like drunken stumbling 
			and sink vomming to his otherwise respectable repertoire.
 
 His desire to drown in distractions is understandable though. The 
			dead wife, the fucked-up life – plus he’s now playing bodyguard for 
			a gaggle of vacuous Brazilian dipshits. It’s hardly woo-inspiring 
			reason for respiration.
 
 What is woo-inspiring – or Woo-inspired - is the action. Playing 
			like a bastich lovechild of John Woo and Guy Ritchie, following 
			prolonged dippiness in the healthily cynical Noir storytelling pool,
			MP3 makes the Crank flicks look like softcock Merchant 
			Ivory productions. It’s as kinetic as fuck, taking the interactive 
			movie concept and making it cohesive, rather than random button 
			stabs intercut with interminable, non-interactive drivel.
 
 It’s super-stylised – much of the design could have emanated from 
			classic Brit mag The Face - combined with attention to detail 
			that can stop you cold, awestruck; occasions usually rewarded with a 
			swift bullet to your scone in what’s very much an on-your-toes cover 
			shooter. Gung-ho = cactus. Also, duh, there’s ‘bullet time’ stuff (a 
			registered trademark of Warner Bros!) which adds immeasurably to the 
			wondrously, mindlessly excessive gruesomeness of it all.
 
 Max could be Bruce Willis, or Jason Statham – even if looking more 
			like Walter White as you progress. You’ll be enthralled, you’ll be 
			frustrated when you’re so caught up in the action you forget that 
			you’re a bullet’s burp from death and have to do it again – and, 
			often, again - but you’ll never nod off
 
 The closest thing to perfect interactive Big Dumb Action Film we’ve 
			encountered, stuff the fags and booze, this’ll do.
 
 
     
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