Stevo has also been involved in the creation of several games, from the point and click adventure Dig, to Boom Blox, Medal of Honor, and Steven Spielberg's The Director's Chair.
The question is: does his love of video games make you like him more, or convince you that it is nothing more than an insincere affectation, designed to make him look more ordinary, like that ruddy hat he wears? Here's a gallery of photos, which should give you pause for thought.
Unfortunately, he's not like us is he? Even back then he was a multi-millionaire, splashing out thousands of dollars on his own arcade game cabinets.
"Oooh, look at me! Look how much money I've got!"
He might as well have just installed an ATM in his office, which pumped out a constant stream of money, which he then rubbed himself with.
But let's look a little closer: he's not really playing is he? He's posing. Certainly, the way he's crossing his legs in that slightly fey manner suggests he's never played a video game in his life. Nobody stands like that at an arcade machine.
So long as you can ignore the fact he's basically acting as a corporate shill for Sony's godawful technology.
But hold: what's that on the wall? A Close Encounters poster? And there down the side of his chair... a Jaws poster, and there on the table - a stack of E.T. posters. Three of his most successful movies. What a rampant egomaniac.
And what's more, that Donkey Kong machine has its change stomach padlocked. There's no risk of Spielberg spreading his wealth around.
Except, none of us do ever get such an opportunity. Why? Because we're not unfathomably famous and wealthy, like Spielberg is. What a privileged tit, wearing his baseball cap indoors, like he's one of us, flaunting his famous mates.
Let's pretend we've not seen that $1,000 jacket. It's not even that nice a jacket. Christ, even the baseball cap probably cost the best part of a grand, while the rest of us are forced to buy our clothes from Primark, or make them out of binbags.
Or maybe he's just smiling to himself about that stupid hat he's wearing. Nobody needs to wear a hat like that, and the only people who can get away with it are the chronically wealthy and successful, who - frankly - should have no need to draw attention to themselves, like he's obviously trying to do here.
But look at his companion, The Brown Man. He's clearly nervous at being in the presence of filmmaking royalty. Imagine you were him, and how small Spielberg would make you feel. How much of a failure. You've done nothing with your life, and Steven Spielberg serves to remind you of it.
"Steven, would you sit in front of our game and pretend you're playing it, even though it's only displaying an options screen, so that we can sell more copies?"
"Yeah, alright. By the way - do you like how I colour-coordinated my clothes today?"
What a ludicrous billionaire he is.