Red wine is cool until you spill it all over your white t-shirt.
Hotline Miami, in all of its SNES like graphics, is one of the more violent games I've played in a long time. And to compensate for that minor fart of a detail the plot pitches you the original idea that you're playing as some righteous dude ridding the planet of the twisted mob. And like any terribly violent video game, the plot inevitably moves to the backseat next to the articles in an adult magazine. I'm sure a few will pay attention to Hotline's story but most will just buy it for the big jugged naked chicks.
Don't get me wrong, the chicks are of high-quality. You'll want to keep the magazine around for awhile; not like the cheap hooker you paid for in Thailand last winter vacation. The gameplay is addictive and will have you wanting to come back for sloppy seconds before you battery has been fully recharged. Taking out an area of mobsters in the later parts of the game can be extremely challenging, so when you do finally clear the mission your body is overwhelmed with a warm fuzzy gratification. A tingling sensation that harks back to the old school days when conquering a platformer was like killing a grizzly bear with a pencil.
I know I don't speak for everyone but I found the repetition of murdering humans to be a bit too much, like reflecting back on your week and realizing you jerked off too many times. Regardless, the game is worth checking out. It's pretty funny at times, you'll need to use your brain to think about your plan of attack and the soundtrack is gangster.
Red rockets aren't always the best way to get to space.