Max Payne Still Fills Me With Max Yays, Even to This Day | Second Runs

Hello everyone. This is Second Runs, the series where I, Marc Kusnierz, revisits games I played and loved in the past to see if I still love them today. Will I learn something new, confirm something old, or quickly realize this was all a mistake as I slowly destroy what little bit of nostalgia I have left in this world. No matter the outcome, I’ve accepted the risks and will continue my journey through the opposite of a backlog until I’ve destroyed my soul all in the pursuit of content creation. And on that note, the content created right here and right now is for none other than Max Payne, the game Marky Mark probably never played before taking on the role of the titular character in what is still one of the worst video game adaptations to date. Now, some 21 years later, I’ve finally revisited the game for the first time, playing through the whole thing in one sitting (with a break for food, mind you, since I’m an adult and won’t let a game be the boss of me) and I’m happy to report, despite some remembered (and not-so-remembered) knocks, Max Payne is still as great today as I remember it being the first time I played it.