Do you have any idea how hard it is to start a Youtube channel that operates on a level above “foreshortened face breathing heavily into a webcam”? And to do so alone? Answer: Really god damned hard. So hard, in fact, that my creative brain has now died, and what’s left has been topped off with Premiere and After Effects walkthroughs, pixel widths, and file locations (so many files...). Also, with the limited budget at my disposal (did I say “limited?” I meant “non-existent”), getting my first video just the way I want it is a bit like working on a car without the proper tools. All the anger and swearing in the world won’t help you get that bolt out if you don’t have the right socket.
So, putting this project that is now three months in the making on hold before I stop shaving and haunt my own apartment in nothing but a bathrobe and Ninja Turtle slippers, I figured a return to my blog and daily updates was in order. And here we are.
Today? Grand Theft Auto V. Because everyone seems to be hurling opinions on the console war into the news vacuum left in the wake of E3 like the Planet Express crew trying to clog a black hole with Earth’s garbage. Oh, there you are forced metaphor. And before 11am. Lovely.
So this GTAV gameplay trailer everyone has been talking about (and by everyone I mean, well, everyone. Twitter, Reddit, NeoGaf, every game news blog that looks and sounds exactly like the next game news blog) does look pretty fucking fantastic. Max Payne 3 style shooting, GTA: San Andreas depth, polished GTA IV graphics, Beyond: Two Souls character switching. All good things. But I’d like to focus on one important aspect of the trailer that everyone seems to have missed. Oh, I've embedded the trailer below in case you haven't seen it. Or need to watch it again and don’t want to open a new tab. Believe me, I understand dilettante levels of laziness. Borders on sloth, but you work out every day to hide the truth from the world? But it's there, just beneath the surface... Oh shit, that went weird. Nevermind. Watch the shiny:
Let’s focus on Trevor, dismissed (sort of) in the trailer with the line “...the less said about him, the better.” From what’s been revealed so far, Trevor is completely out of his mind. Lives in the desert, is constantly getting in trouble with the law (as shown during the character switching portion of the trailer) and generally comes off like a bat-shit crazy meth cooker with a drinking problem and no hair.
It’s not much of a leap to imagine him driving over a pile of pedestrians on a sidewalk, beating a hooker to death with a blunt object, or shooting at a police helicopter with a rocket launcher for no reason other than shits, grins, or perceived persecution. He’s completely unhinged, mad, wrong in the head. Unrealistic.
Rockstar is known for putting characters in GTA games that are so over-the-top as to be satirical, adding to the landscape they’ve so painstakingly cultivated in the years since the original GTA, but these characters were always supporting characters. In spite of the madness around them and the occasional silly situation, the main characters have always been more grounded than the schizophrenic theme park around them, conceivably to aid the player in connecting with the game world. Or simply for contrast.
Now, this might be a bit of a stretch, or not (and it is the internet, so someone else might have come up with this already) but I think Trevor is us. The players. The representation of what we all become when we enter the GTA game space. All the errant aggression without a whiff of consequence, all the urges that don’t exist or are suppressed in real life. He is our lizard brain. Our id.
Expanding on this: Michael, the ex-criminal (for a moment, anyway) that attempted to leave it all behind and put on the mask of a stand-up, Beverly Hills (or whatever they call it in GTA) family man. The super-ego. The opposite end of the spectrum from Trevor. And, based on what we can tell as he’s “convinced he’s surrounded by morons,” we have Franklin. The ego. The mediator. Somewhere between the polished criminality of Michael, and the “fuck it blow things up” attitude of Trevor. Of course, this is based on what little we can gather from the story and gameplay trailers, but there could be something to all of this.
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| Trevor, Franklin, Michael. Id, ego, super-ego |
Or I could be reaching. Freud’s falling out of favor anyway ... Does that I mean I can start openly hating Kafka now?
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