There are a lot of tragedies but when you look down the barrel of your best and know as sure as anything that it’s never gonna be good enough, man,

I’ve cried at more than a few games in my time but not until Clair Obscur have I cried at the fucking prologue.

This one’s gonna hurt.

For anyone wondering what the point of a critic is, it’s this. Anyone can tell you if they liked a thing, or if they think you might, but a good critic is a scholar of the form and the time, an oracle with no design on objectivity, gifted and cursed with sight, and putting that sight into words.