
The button that politely hails a taxi is the same button that violently yanks the cabbie out of his hack and smashes him onto the asphalt. Grand Theft Auto IV looked a lot better, four years ago. The city tends to all run together, a mass of nondescript locations and boring geography. Hong Kong doesn’t stand up to close examination. We’re lucky that Square Enix picked it up, but it really shows its age. It’s said the game was nearly complete at that point. It’s kind of a miracle that Sleeping Dogs made it out originally called True Crime: Hong Kong, the game was in the works since 2008 but canceled by original publisher Activision in 2011. It’s best in the rain with a sad song on the radio (several stations, mostly Chinese music). Driving on the left side of the street, getting on and off the highway. It vaguely reminds me of Tokyo but not exactly. I don’t know if it’s realistic, but it’s certainly exotic. I’ve never been to Hong Kong so I couldn’t tell you if the city is lovingly recreated or totally fake or what. The bite-size, okay-just-one-more missions certainly helped, but I was in large part sticking around to see the next cinematic scene. Wanting to know what was next was what kept me playing. You wonder what’s going to happen, whether Shen will finally go over the edge or what. It’s a linear story that’s going to play out like it plays out. You can’t grapple a car.Īs the player, you have no choice in the matter. Drug busts quickly became Vehicular Homicide Smooth Jazz Hour. I was ready to just ignore drug busts until one day when I was driving my car up to another group of hoods who were planning to destroy my face and I realized: Why would I actually get out of the car? I tuned the radio to a saccharine love song, the Cantonese equivalent of Michael Bolton, and started running over every thug in the alley.
