I just saw Max Payne. What a piece of shit.
I hate it when people older than my generation say they were “big fans” of the game, or they’re big gamers. They all do – it’s like part of the marketing, part of the appeasement process for the gamer crowd, hoping they come out and put up some cash to see the big screen adaptation. Why, this movie was helmed by a fan! One of us!
Fuck that. You fucking bald face liars – none of you are “big fans” of the game. If you asked the Max Payne writer what his favorite mod was, or if you asked the Silent Hill director Christophe Gans what he thought of the dog ending in the second game, or if you asked the Hitman director Xavier Gens how he felt about the Japan levels in Hitman 2, they’d look at you like you were insane.
None of you people are big gamers, none of you are big fans. I guarantee you your understanding of any given game property goes about as deep as my understanding of quantum physics, which is to say, surface level and maybe having heard at one point about something to do with a cat.
Mark my words, the first decent video game adaptation will not come from anybody born before 1980.
