Grand Theft Auto IV Reader Review
Is there any point in even making a vague attempt at writing something interesting you haven't already heard? Probably not. So I won't bother.
But seeing as I'm here...
As with all '10' games hyped to moon, there will, for every thousand people who love it, be a handful that hate it. Law of averages and all that jazz. With a game as big as this, that minority is going to be significantly large enough to voice a convincing opinion and bang the drums. You've heard them in the distance, haven't you? Put a couple of doubts in your mind, didn't it?
Maybe. Maybe not.
/pricks ears to the wind
"If I wanted to play a driver, there's much better and more rewarding examples around". Can't argue with that.
"If I wanted to play a shooter, I'd play one that's setting standards, not borrowing out of date ones". Fair enough.
"If I wanted a collection of poorly executed mini-games, I'd buy a Wii". Word bro.
"If I wanted a crappy story I've seen a million times, I'd watch 24". Stop whispering, Jack
And so on.
Does the act of mixing mediocre ingredients together make for a tasty cake? Perhaps, if you've never eaten my mum's cherry crumble.
So what IS the point of GTA?
Is it the wanton violence? Well, last time I checked I can get that fix a lot better in a lot more place too, so no, I think not, Mr. Vaz.
There is, however, a certain pleasure that GTA administers (albeit very slowly) that no other game does:
Remember when you first started school? How big and scary and unfamiliar it all seemed? Remember how everyone had gone on about how great it was and how it would change your life, but you just couldn't see the appeal because you were too busy doing your very best 'rabbit in the headlights' impression? Remember having all those new faces and places presented to you all at once? Remember the rooms and corridors that you weren�t yet allowed to or hadn�t yet had the opportunity to see?
Just linger there for a while, on you first day at school...
What happened after a few weeks? What happened when someone mentioned "Room 18"? It was no longer a random word, was it, but a mental picture, a path through space from where you were to where Room 18 was and all that was in-between? It was a reference to a teacher, a class, an environment, an atmosphere. Remember how good that felt, knowing and experiencing something which had been, only a few days before, an unknown quantity? Remember what it�s like to learn an environment like it�s the back of your hand, to learn it so well it will stick with you for life? You occasionaly dream about your old school, don't you? If I asked you to make me a plan of the place, you could, couldn't you?
Wasn't the process life changing?
/blows out candle
10 / 10