A doughnut a day keeps the boys in blue at bay
Let's say everything you know about Grand Theft Auto is wrong. Humour me for a moment. Remember the scene in Kill Bill Vol. 2
the one where David Carradine tells Uma Thurman that Clark Kent is the costume that Superman -- an alien -- wears to blend in with humans? That that's how Superman views us? "Clark Kent," says Carradine, with obvious relish, "is Superman's critique on the whole human race." Sort of the way GTA IV, the quintessential version of Rockstar's sandbox crime opus, is less the lurid celebration of homicidal tendencies the mainstream media sophomorically reduces it to, than a deeply satirical commentary on and critique of contemporary American society by legal aliens (British expats) Dan and Sam Houser. To that end, you can almost hear the Houser brothers reacting to all their sanctimonious finger-wagging critics by saying something like "If you refuse to gaze into the satire, the satire still gazes (smugly) into you."