EDGE Magazine – LA Noire Review
If nothing else, LA Noire is a tribute to the power of production values. There’s that sprawling set, for a start: a recreation of ’40s LA that – despite a half-hearted sprinkling of collectibles – functions merely as the backdrop for its brooding tales of post-war moral corruption. Then there’s the painstakingly detailed props, which range from the incidental and world building – contemporary car models, authentic storefronts, a full range of ’40s fashions – to the utterly central: the telltale lawyer’s letters, train tickets and bloodstained knives that you, Detective Cole Phelps, will rifle through. And then there are the faces.
