


In a playable re-enactment, we see how a meeting with a former Bronx cop leads to a new gig as an armed -and mostly drunk - bodyguard for an elite Brazilian family with powerful enemies and a taste for parties. To be certain, Max Payne 3 is easily better than anything currently on Netflix. But make no mistake, this is worlds better than the flaccid 2008 Marky-Mark, err Mark Wahlberg movie based on the game. He's Sam Spade with a TEC-9 Wolverine without the metal skeleton or claws.įans will likely make their own movie connections with this game, which has the look and feel of a Hollywood creation. Whether he's in a rumpled suit sporting a five-o-clock shadow - which you can see in awesome detail thanks to the game's amazing processing engine - or he's bald, shaggy and sporting a Hawaiian shirt, Max keeps his swagger, as dry as 1940s film noir leading man and as troubled as any cop you've seen played by Bruce Willis or Mel Gibson.

His witty introspective narration puts one in the mind of Ray Liotta's Henry Hill in "Goodfellas." Major props go to veteran actor James McCaffrey, who voiced the unkillable Max in all three games. The true marvel of the game is its complex storyline and smoothly textured visuals, all viewed through the eyes of Max Payne, who is both the cool focused center and the broken, out-of-control former big city cop who fell into a bottle. The comic book-like story panels are gone, but the cynical observations and wry, pulpy one-liners remain. The game manages to vastly improve on the original, but manages to stay relevant for younger fans (But not too young, definitely not for the tweens). This is an older, battered, self-loathing Max Payne, living his remaining days downing bottles of brown liquor in a Hoboken hovel just a block from his favorite watering hole, which is frequented by local gangsters. Our favorite boozing, pill-popping, bullet-dodging cop is back in a tremendous follow-up to the series that introduced Bullet Time to the eager gaming masses.
