"It subverts expectations" is a kind of damning praise, but in a world where "competency porn" is ostensibly an admirable genre, Rockstar have crafted a masterclass in "incompetency porn." Beloved gaming icon Max Payne returns, now as a washed-up, drunken mess who embarks on an epic journey of redemption that he fucks up every step of the way through belligerent stupidity.

Max's darkest moment sees him quitting alcohol, only for the game to end with him walking into the sunset with a beer in his hand. A beautifully grotesque game made with the kind of thoughtful self-hatred only Rockstar is capable of.