Irrational Games has delivered a super nova game with BioShock Infinite, which can literally, and without an single iota of exaggeration, be described as an extended orgasm that ejaculates fun and social consciousness during every millisecond of playtime.
The game fires on all cylinders all the time players will be left wondering if theres a lubricant strong enough to stand the constant aural and visual (metaphorical) explosions of a floating city gone terribly wrong, steeped in a story that is half Biblical epic, half sci-fi in the tradition of Asimov, and half Joyce, with a dash of Nicola Tesla and Dashiell Hammett, and maybe a sprinkle of everyones favourite 17th century Dutch painter Salomon van Ruysdael.
Admittedly, the math included in the paragraph above is difficult to compute, but you need to understand that Irrational Games has disassembled what we love about video games then reassembled the whole thing into something completely new and unexpected. As a real world example, its like the company took apart a 1961 DeSoto Diplomat, right down to the spark plugs then buffed the pieces to glimmering jewels then put the whole thing back together but instead of a car it was a stampeding, two-headed unicorn, vomiting rainbows and shitting expensive Parisian chocolate wafers.
Even just one more slot for guns would have made for far more interesting gunplay.