Red Dead Redemption was a beautiful and depressing game in which an old ghost of the wild west works his way through the other ghosts until there is nothing left. This sequel brings them back to life, which means revising the revisionist western, to what end I am not sure. It is a step back thematically and narratologically, and the first game I've enjoyed that I also hold to be entirely redundant.

It is a feat of open world landscaping but at its heart is an emptiness that is moving when one considers these are all future ghosts. That there never was an Eden.