This review contains spoilers
This is love. When someone, no matter the cost, shows you there is hope, a choice that you can put down the gun.
More instinctive than the cold detective noir of the original. Payne runs on fear and painkillers, with every pulse of hesitation only delivered with a bullet lodged in his brain near-death. His infatuation with Sax is a desire to finally escape the role he has involuntarily taken on as a noir hero, enforced through the warning of ignoring free ammo on TV or in the Address Unknown funhouse where identity is erased under spinning columns and cut-out scientists and police finding a conspiratorial core to the city that can only be responded to with paranoia-fueled gunshots. Such desire is near-realized before snuffed out, with the only reality being a flight-or-fight reaction awaiting at every corner and the hope of another doomed angel from above descending someday.
More instinctive than the cold detective noir of the original. Payne runs on fear and painkillers, with every pulse of hesitation only delivered with a bullet lodged in his brain near-death. His infatuation with Sax is a desire to finally escape the role he has involuntarily taken on as a noir hero, enforced through the warning of ignoring free ammo on TV or in the Address Unknown funhouse where identity is erased under spinning columns and cut-out scientists and police finding a conspiratorial core to the city that can only be responded to with paranoia-fueled gunshots. Such desire is near-realized before snuffed out, with the only reality being a flight-or-fight reaction awaiting at every corner and the hope of another doomed angel from above descending someday.