There’s a strange atmosphere hanging over your first couple of hours in Forza Motorsport. You clear a sequence of introductory races, bookended by cutscenes that wouldn’t feel tonally out of place in a Microsoft Flight Sim, and then you look for the next big thing to chip away at. The automotive Everest to climb, the challenge that’s going to put the meaning into the 500-strong car collection. And then you realise: you’re going to have to define those parameters yourself.
Turn 10’s eighth release in stately, Polyphonybaiting series handles like the figments of Clarkson’s fever dreams. It’s a feast of vivid, violent
