Splitkick: Max Payne has always had a simple feeling to pin down. It’s a rain-slick alley behind a Brooklyn nightclub. It’s a handful of painkillers washed down with a fifth of scotch. It’s leather, gunpowder, and broken glass; and it’s a machine of death wearing the face of a grizzled (ex-)cop. When it was announced that Max Payne 3 would eschew more traditional environments for the slums and high rises of São Paulo, Brazil, series regulars collectively held their breath. Take Max out of New York, and is he still the same guy? The answer, unlike so many other things about Max Payne 3, is surprisingly complex.