GR: Critics be damned. Far Cry 3: Blood Dragon doesn't give a fuck about them. In fact, it actively doesn't give a fuck about them. How does someone correctly begin a "critical" review about a game whose aesthetic is awesomeness in the most stupidly power-fisted way possible? And by that I mean it's a love letter—nay, more like an infatuation letter—to nearly every male power fantasy in film, television, and video games in the late '80s and early '90s. Every reference you fail to recognize only makes you less awesome.