Not only because of its poignant, frequently shocking narrative, but because of the elemental experience to which it speaks. Multiple moments in this staggeringly good game reduced me to a weepy pile of tears on my couch. The Last of Us Part II plumbs the depths of this particular raw emotional state-that inescapable feeling of seeing red-better than any other piece of media I have encountered.Īs I learned last September when my father passed away, you cannot control when these feelings strike you, and I found myself reacting viscerally to the beautiful, tragic, and harrowing saga of Ellie and Joel in The Last of Us Part II.
But worst of all is when that grief fills you with the kind of unbridled rage that seemingly can’t be quelled by anything other than violence.
Other times it fills us with righteous anger, which can take the form of a perfectly crafted invective against someone like LAPD chief Michael Moore. Sometimes it causes us to retreat inwards, withdrawing from our loved ones as we lumber around like a depression golem, merely drifting from moment to moment. It sinks deep into your body, wrapping its icy claws around your heart, alternately numbing you to the world around you and tearing your soul asunder as you try to grapple with your new reality. Grief is a paradox, simultaneously a powerful, catalyzing force for change and stasis.
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