The murder castle has a murderer in it!
The formula was both invented and, miraculously, perfected in 2015sUntil Dawn.
I love supernatural horror, but it comes with a comfy buffer of make-believe alongside the chilling human sadism.
This isnt torture porn, mind, despite the Saw influence - violence is brutal and decisive.
In terms of movie night spook factor, this is easily the most effective chapter yet.
And it’s no coincidence that it’s also the most straightforward.
Hope you like shimmying, friends.
All the classics are here.
Loading-bearing holes to squeeze through.
Small gaps to crawl under.
Bins to push to get through windows.
Ladders to kick down.
The Devil In Me lasts about 40 minutes.
The way it was sold, I assumed youd be able to find alternative routes out of dangerous situations.
As for the inventory, its really just a visual indicator of something these games had anyway.
Ditto for the character’s unique items.
Paul Kayes Charlie, for example, can jimmy locked drawers with his business card.
Only Charlie encounters locked drawers - so its not like you’re making choices that affect the other characters.
Its just a gimmick.
More interactivity, even marginally, is no bad thing of course.
I just wouldnt put it on the back of the box or anything.
Its not what I play these for.
There are some great changes, though.
I genuinely laughed out loud when the director enthusiastically announced a run button in the trailers.
Truly, we are but mewling babes in the shadow of technology’s rapid growth.
But it really is a godsend.
And at the very least, the new traversal options do at least create more interesting layouts.
But how are the characters?
In fact, hey stop making any actors.
Crew members Mark and Jamie are both likeable enough to make you feel bad when you get them killed.
I played through two and a half times just to save her, because I am an easy mark.
Youll want to play at least twice, I reckon.
Complaints aside, I should reiterate that I still enjoyed myself.
Or, maybe they just thought it was a cool setup.
Im not some fucking lab rat!
shouts Jamie, while the killer slides moving hotel walls about.
And honestly: mood.
