Max is surprisingly spry when he needs to be, vaulting over desks and sliding into cover in situations of dire circumstance. This time around he's probably pushing 230 on a good day, and every pound is felt in every move.
In the original Max Payne, he looked around five foot ten, 160 pounds. The moment I picked up the controller inside Rockstar's New York City offices to play Max Payne 3 for the first time, I knew that this new Max was not the gaunt NYPD cop of years past.
It'd be painful if it wasn't so much fun. In Max Payne 3, Rockstar has found a way to make you feel Max's every step, every bullet and every bone-crunching fall. Maybe it's that flawed human aspect that makes him such a compelling character. Just look at him: Ratty clothes, constant stubble. Compared to the idyllic body structure of Nathan Drake or Captain Price, Max is a veritable slob. It shows in his face, in his scars, and, most notably, in his gut.
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