An incredibly gritty and nihilistic Rockstar shooter that doesn't feel much like the previous 2 games at all. Part of me wants to hate it on principle, dismiss it as a fake, but it's just too good for me to do that. It all just works so well. Every element of the game sells you on how far Max has fallen. He's still clever, but his narration has moved away from fun Noir tinged one liners to a stark middle aged cynicism. He's still an action hero, but the slow motion dives hurt more than they used to. The hazy, disorienting CRT effects hurt your eyes like sunlight with a hangover. I was constantly frustrated with Max's decisions throughout the story, but in a way that highlights just how far gone he is. It's a game about being far past your prime and angry about it. In a perfect world, Remedy would have gotten to make this game, but I'm glad this version exists.