The unbearable lightness of Grand Theft Auto

Franklin Clinton is a gangster. A real two-bit thug. And as he stood there in his baggy pants and hoodie, in the dusk, in a rain-slicked, graffiti-strewn driveway in a simulated parody of L.A. County’s Compton, all Franklin wanted to do was play with his dog. “Go get it, Chop,” he called out through the speakers of my TV. A […]

by Mitchell Cohen· · Opinion, Voices