Upon arming the first handgun of the game, enemies will yell “Oh shit!” or “She’s got a gun!” and therein emerges a newfound clarity and satisfaction: eviscerate the problem if you can’t talk through it anymore. In this way, Tomb Raider presents a welcome power fantasy that imagines a world in which eliminating men who hate women is as easy as pulling a trigger, or pushing a button. It’s all wish fulfillment and temporary escape from the confines of reality, but it’s a pleasure to dream. And it can dare us to do better.
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