Grantland gaming writer Tom Bissell penned a really interesting and memorable Grand Theft Auto V review a few weeks ago. Bissell clearly enjoyed his playthough but had a mixed experience overall. I don’t know if I agree with him based on what I’ve played, but even at an early stage I completely agreed with Bissell on this point:
I understand the basic sense of fatigue with which people are approaching it. Once upon a time, playing a GTA game was like sitting next to your offensive Republican uncle at Christmas dinner. He was definitely a dick but also smart and interesting, and his heart was fundamentally in the right place. These days Uncle GTA is a billionaire with an unchanged shtick, and he seems a hell of a lot more mean-spirited than before.