Red Dead Redemption Explained: What Does The Ending Really Mean?

Revisiting an old classic in anticipation of the sequel.

Red Dead Redemption Ending
Rockstar

Red Dead Redemption is undoubtedly one of the best, if not the best Rockstar game, ever. By combining the best characteristics of all the classic Western movies with the grit and humor of Grand Theft Auto, the studio inspired a new generation to rewatch all the canonical films of Sergio Leone and Sam Peckinpah, and appreciate them like the masterpieces they truly are.

The force of that game was as much its story as interesting characters, none more fascinating than the tough guy protagonist John Marston.

Far from a boring hero, Marston had an interesting backstory and a complex personality, which allowed him to turn a blind eye to certain types of injustice, but still remain noble and true to himself. He was the classical hero of a Western movie, reminiscent of Bill Munny (Unforgiven) or Silence (The Great Silence). This made the ending all the more heartbreaking.

Apart from that, here are seven talking points from John Marston's tragic end, and everything that led up to it. Since we're discussing the grand finale of the game, be aware that heavy spoilers are involved.

7. Questionable Authorities

Red Dead Redemption Ending
Rockstar Games

Like in many Rockstar games, this time as well, government workers are the real bad guys, while the noble but flawed criminal is the true hero of the story. Forced to do a favor for Edgar Ross, director of BOI (early FBI), Marston does not know what he got himself into.

Later he does favors for other government officials, like captain Vincente de Santa, who decides to kill Marston once he learns he helped the rebels as well.

De Santa and his commander, Colonel Agustin Allende don't care about social injustice. By claiming they are fixing the country, in reality they are contributing to the oppression of the poorest Mexicans.

In the end, the government are the biggest bullies, because they won't let regular citizens simply live their lives.

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