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.