Sometimes, they exhaust you: kindly, Dr Jones, for the love of George.
Stop trying to pick things up.
Let me look at “ancient history” for a while.
Let’s start with Indy himself.
There’s an alleyway in Rome where you have a choice of higher or lower routes past patrolling blackshirts.
It was all veryNaked Gun.
I kind of liked that shrieky little goosestepper.
I don’t speak German, but it sounded like he was enjoying it too.
I could have just shot him, I guess, but The Great Circle’s shooting feels deliberately awful.
But then I’d find another frying pan, and all would be well.
I don’t get the sense that the game’s unlockable skills will alter these rhythms much.
Indy’s kleptomania in The Great Circle feels true to the character, then.
Surely this, at least, was an act of petty pillage too many?
“Just a little sketch I made,” the character blithely declared, without even looking.
“Take it if you like.”
The drawing disappeared into my inventory along with all my other plunder, and obligingly converted itself into points.
The whipcrack reverberated like a thunderclap through the crowded stalls, but the locals paid no attention.
You dont even get called a bloody tourist - you just get politely treated like a ghost.
It is memorabilia tucked within memorabilia, a commodification of commodification.
It’s enough to give you vertigo.
I think that could be Fun.
You could at least let me smash one over a Nazi’s head, mind.
