Once in a blue moon, a video game based on another license really knocks ‘em dead.
A game where the wine helps the mood.
Kiddies, take a hike for this one. There will be violence and profanity. Although from these guys, it isn't obscenity, it's an art form.
The Godfather, the Don’s Edition game for the PS3, for those of us who drive around to the Mob Hits CD collections, is (to borrow a severely overused review phrase) a game you can’t refuse. It introduced me to the addictiveness of third person, open world gaming, and there’s no turning back now.
Like most current games, character looks are customizable, within Italian trait limitations of course. I don’t have the genetics to make a virtual me this time, leaving the only option to construct what looks like the lost Frissora brother. (Or, for those who need a different reference because they don’t know my Grandfather’s family - Well that's their loss...in a great many ways.)
The on-line reviews for this game were weak, partially because it was made for older consoles and then tweaked for the next generation. There were other problems cited, but I’ve learned in these new fancy schmancy games that there’s always some control, or camera, or repetition issues that one could bitch about. Frankly if it has an immersive setting and story, then who cares?
Marone! Did this game succeed in the immersion.