UNCHARTED 3: DRAKE'S DECEPTION
guys walk into a bar; one coulrophobic, one claustrophobic and one,
Yep, Nathan Fillionís back, along with Jason Statham and his big
blue pal from Monsters Inc, Sully. Theyíll meet other peeps
on this latest treasure-hunting escapade, both old friends and old
fiends. Of the latter, Pierce Brosnan and Helen Mirren appear to be
doing much of the plotty-plotty-plotting. Plus, there could even be
zombies, Sackboys, pirates, ninjas or cowboys.
Why the fuck are we sounding vaguer than a wide awake Ozzy Osbourne?
Well, we promised no story spoilers. So, we canít tell you why Nate
and Sully [REDACTED], or how when [REDACTED] appears they
[REDACTED]. We canít tell you diddly. Or squat. Just like eating
carrots, itís for your own good.
Oh alright, weíll tell you it begins with a bar brawl. Hardly a
dangly train near-death experience like in Among Thieves, but
donít panic, much exhilarating actiontasticness awaits.
Anybody familiar with the last instalment will feel comfy, despite
some tweaks. Fisticuffs are improved, and wait ítil you encounter a
Ďbruteí. Gunplayís changed, not necessarily for the better as itís
still bitchfuckgrumpfargh-inducing aiming whilst the baddies gunning
for you have Terminator-like accuracy. Meanwhile, puzzles can still
utterly confound, and the camera will often have you hurling
DualShocks with GRRRRR abandon.
Visually? Wow. No sham, just wow. Again the voice acting
demonstrates how itís done, whilst the story contains nary a dull
moment. Multiplayer ditches story; you may enjoy, you may not.
As is the Uncharted way, Drakeís Deception is a
rollicking, quip-laden matinee movie that you can interact with when
it sees fit. Itíll never allow you to veer off the course it wants
you on, and if that shits you then youíd best steer clear. Itíd be a
shame though, as this is one hell of a [REDACTED].