Rockstar's homebrew Max Payne 3 drops the eccentricity of Remedy's games, and the 'always on' gravitas and lack of self-knowledge certainly robs the game of many elements I loved the first time round. As it turned out, however, Fat Max™ managed to fill those initial doubts full of bullets the second he entered the room.
I grew in faith, sure, but this remained a far cry from the slick hero who once jumped sideways through Brooklyn in a familiar leather jacket and bad tie combo.
I remember blowing air into my cheeks and making a worried parp noise. It was a strange day when Rockstar's take on Max Payne emerged as a fat bald dude with a bad temper. This article contains plot spoilers and is best read once you've finished Max Payne 3.
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