Couldn't keep away from this game forever, could we? Certainly fucking can't in the city I live in! The entire place is practically gift-wrapped in adverts and posters for the thing; they almost outnumber the blokes in singlets and flip-flops calling each other "cant. You know what I noticed, though? A lot of the posters I've seen consist only of the head and shoulders of one of the characters, with no attempt to sell the game or make any reference to its content; just the title underneath 'cause they figure that's all they need.
Yeah, I see what you were getting at now, Amnesia! So, GTA V , then. GTA IV was, of course, the game that taught the world that gritty realism and tragic character drama have their places, and that place is not the same place as the place where you can pile up all your dead prostitutes on the side of the road and then ramp off them into a big fire. GTA V tries to cunningly hedge its bets by constantly swapping between three different protagonists in the hope you'll like at least one of them.
But that smacks of gambler's fallacy to me; it's entirely possible to toss three coins and have them all come up tails, or, indeed, for two to come up tails and the third to shoot up your dog's arse and give your dog bowel cancer. Franklin is probably closest to being the protagonist-protagonist, 'cause he does the standard GTA straight man thing, where he rolls his eyes exasperatedly at every random weirdo who thinks that flagging down passing pedestrians is the best way to put out a contract hit, but meekly follows their instructions anyway like a passive-aggressive husband.
Michael , by comparison, is a very active -aggressive husband who retired from bank robbin' to spend more time screaming at his family and breaking things. And then there's Trevor , who seems to be an attempt to represent the standard mode of behavior of a GTA player in that he's a filthy, amoral psychotic with the innate likeability of an incontinent honey badger in a whorehouse kitchen an hour before the health department inspection.
But my major beef is that none of these characters are likable, and it's not because they, you know, kill people and shit; lord knows I can't throw stones in that department, at least not 'til I've cleared the basement out. They're just poorly-written and inconsistent, which may reflect the fact that their dialogue was being written by enough people to choke a Sarlacc. Franklin just comes across as whiny, and Michael, having realized that all his ill-gotten wealth has done nothing to bring him happiness, seems to think that the logical solution would be more ill-gotten wealth!
