Why Red Dead Redemption Is A Video Game Masterpiece
Haven’t you always wanted to be a cowboy? As a kid, they’re right up there alongside policemen, soldiers and astronauts on the list of things we want to be when we grow up. Naturally you do grow up, realise you’re probably never going to saddle up and tame the wild west, and take that job in accounts so you can chat to Linda.
Red Dead showed us that variety is the spice of life. You want to ride the prairie, collect flowers or hunt wolves in a constant attempt to improve your life? Go for it.
Rather play poker, cut off your fingers with a Bowie knife in a gambling accident and prop up the bar while drunk on whiskey? That’s your lookout, pilgrim, and RDR sure ain’t gonna stop you.
Actually, Rockstar encourage it with their achievement/trophies that damn well demand you go and start a brawl in every saloon on the map. The sheer number of diversions – and the sheer joy of being diverted – was enjoyably vast, extending the time we could while away in the old west.
But why should it be any different in the real world? I haven’t done the maths, but I think there are even more activities out there than there was in the game.
RDR’s message is clear: Broaden those horizons of yours. Try new things, unless that thing is Five Finger Fillet, which is a clear health and safety violation.
After All We Are Human Being
You’re a deeply flawed human being. We all are. Accept this. This is what Red Dead taught us.
Check out the apparently kind and heroic John Marston. When he’s not mass-slaughtering miners to reach the next checkpoint, he’s haunted by his past mistakes; making his gang face justice is his way of stopping the lambs inside his head from screaming.
And that’s the point. We all make mistakes, cupboards full with the skeletal remains of regret (I wish she hadn’t dumped me, I wasn’t nice enough to my brother, I should’ve hidden the bodies better, that sort of thing).
No matter how often we screw up, we gotta learn from experience and get back in the saddle. Killed innocent people for gold? Redeem yourself and all is forgiven. Do a thousand good things, save a thousand lives and maybe – just maybe – you can save your own.
Probs not, though, ’cause you just lost at poker and those cheatin’ townsfolk are gonna pay…
It’s a dark and savage world. Probably. I haven’t left the bunker since we invaded Iraq.
Sometimes, the only way to get through it is to find the love of a good woman. Or a good man. Or even a bad woman. Whatever your (legal and appropriate) thing is, find it. Because it’s so important to have that special somebody to hold, kiss, miss, squeeze and please.
Why does John agree to bring his ex-gangmates to justice? Because he loves his wife, even though Bonnie Macfarlane is obviously the superior choice. Why does he struggle with taking down his old gang? He loves them, in a weird sort of way.
What drives the Rebellion? A love of their country. Seth’s love of gold (and possible addiction to its associated endorphin rush) keeps him hunting for treasure. A love of past glories keeps Landon Ricketts in Mexico. Irish loves the booze. That religious dame died in the desert because she loved her God…
The cast of Red Dead are all powered by that single defining character trait. You know, the way our love of video games or anime or football or that special somebody gives us a reason not to make today the day where we finally jump from the 30th floor.
That’s what Red Dead’s all about. A romantic romp, just like real life, but with more six-shooters and cooler hats.
Source – Whatculture
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