Rockstar, take note. I would rather steer Mick Dundee around a gloomy, sarcastic New York City than some slurred-speeched European import from Usbekastan. With a limousine boot-ornament wielding Carl from Family Matters at your side, ass-kicking co-op is assured. It’s Uncharted: Drakes Fortune meets Grand Theft Auto, and I’m all for it. Though I wonder if the RAGE engine could handle the amount of NPCs necessary for the final subway scene. “Tell her… I love her!” “He loves you!”