It was just there, the campy cut-scenes came and went, I was told exactly what to kill and where, and I kept feeling somewhat unsatisfied. The same happened with C&C3 the first few levels didn't make me feel anything. So, I just decided to go with it, and from thereon in a certain part of my mind was perfectly happy.
I'm not supposed to take this remotely seriously, and I really, really shouldn't be thinking about it. And then a man torpedoed himself feet-first through the windshield of a moving car, and I had a moment of total clarity. Watching Sin City last year, I spent the first twenty minutes or so picking it apart in my head, worrying about how hollow it all felt, how nothingy a piece of film-making it was.
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