In celebration of this week’s big release, Hot Wheels: World’s Best Driver, I have decided upon a topical review of my favourite title in the well established Hot Wheels series. (This joke works less well when I have already titled my post.) GTA San Andreas was the moment I was truly allowed to embrace my dreams of being an emaciated Sisqo-haired gangbanger. It was a watershed moment for the series where the player was granted a level of control over characterization never before seen in a GTA. So what if my input was that CJ didn’t eat, spent all his money on awful hairstyles and was as weak as a kitten? San Andreas was the most imaginative sandbox presented at this point and I did what I wanted.
Released in October 2004 and focused squarely at early 90s gang lifestyle, San Andreas is everything you’ve come to expect and the more. Funny social satire playing with the seedier elements of Thug Life sets the scene for a classic story of boy trying to make good but being dragged back to the hood. The writing is as hilariously brilliant and unsubtle as you’d expect from a Rockstar production. The cast is top notch and they are given a script to stretch their talents. From an exhilarating opening BMX chase to superb skewering of heist or action movie staples the mission design and event scripting rarely disappoints. The life and times of the Grove Street Families is a worthy tale for what was the GTA’s biggest release at this point. It features a variety and excitement that reflects colossal scale of effort and time invested in it.
Of course if what I read in the press is true that isn’t why any of you are here is it? Who needs good plotting when there is wholesome ultraviolence to be meted out, pedestrians massacred and prostitutes to claim refunds from? If that is all you are looking for then don’t worry you can also get your fix. The pure scale of the map and the variety of addition activities that can be carried out is staggering. Be it gambling in Las Venturas, producing ‘hemp’ in the countryside, cruising muscle gyms in San Fierro or competing for turf in vicious gang wars in Los Santos this is more to do than can ever be done. I’m sure somewhere a nine year old child is asking daddy/mummy what daddy/mummy (delete as appropriate) was like and why he had to go work in a strange place they can’t find on Google maps. You could lose years to this if you wanted to.
With such a long list of reasons to love this game (ok graphics included and an epic soundtrack that could only ever be fairly covered by its own review) I’m going to have to say that none of these reasons are why I love this game. As superbly plotted as it is the character of CJ clashes with the sociopath the average gamer creates. The freedom of the game is straight-jacketed at times by a plot that is ambitious and insistent on its own importance and scope. As a result my favourite feature amongst all of the brilliance is once again a multiplayer mode. Unlocking certain icons on the map allows a second player to join the chaos in a tethered shared screen rampage. With no plot and objective this events typically descend into anarchy.
A particular favourite was to enable the pedestrian riot cheat and battle your way through hordes of violent maniacs to reach the relative safety of the countryside. Without story restrictions the opportunity to invent your own quests was liberating and the hours I put into this one small part of the game really emphasises the quality of the sandbox offered to the player. I have driven too many vehicles of Mount Chiliad to count, I have base jumped from the roof of every hotel on the strip and I have been hit by more pensioner RPG fire than I like to remember.
When a game offers you such a high quality package it of course will receive the highest possible recommendations. Rockstar manage this every single time so when trying to differentiate in quality it is extremely difficult. Some might prefer the neon lights and smooth 80s sounds of the drugs trade in Vice City. Others would pick the gritty chase of the American dream that both modern Liberty City instalments offer. For me the most engrossing story was about family and being drawn into horrific gang violence. As my VW camper van slowly rotated into fresh air and then plummeted off Mount Chiliad I might not have been thinking of these deeper moral concerns but I was having fun. I was liberated, free to do what I want and I loved it.