The addition of a dodge mechanic – activated by pressing R1 and the direction you want to move – keeps things fresh, and you can’t spam it needlessly. The shooting still feels as robust and satisfying as ever, with weapons delivering the meaty punch you’d expect.
You’ll still be fighting off flesh-hungry zombies, conserving ammo where possible, and hunting down key objects and solving puzzles, the latter of which are thankfully a little more grounded in reality than the original. The meat and potatoes of Resi 3’s gameplay doesn’t deviate too much from what you’d expect. It’s ruddy fantastic, and you can’t help but feel this was once a living, breathing city. The attention to detail is equally impressive: neon-lit signs dangle precariously over shop doorways, crushed bodies pile up amidst car wrecks, and pieces of everyday life lie abandoned and decaying. Resident Evil 3 Is An Atmospheric Treat As with the original, you’ll cross paths with the U.B.S.CĬapcom succeeds in cultivating a believable atmosphere in Resi 3, making it all the more enjoyable to explore when given the chance. Jill spends a lot of her time outside on the streets in the first half of the game, making for a welcome change to the halls of the RPD it’s still very much linear, but there’s room to explore and soak up the atmosphere, with dilapidated shops and trashed apartments ripe for the picking in terms of precious supplies. And, unlike Resi 2, you really get to see more of the city as it collapses. It’s total carnage, and there’s a palpable sense that this once-cosy mid-western town is firmly in the decaying hands of the undead.
Capcom absolutely nails the atmosphere and chaos from the get-go: streets are packed with ravenous zombies, police cruisers lie abandoned in the streets, blood cakes the sidewalks, and civilians run like hell for cover. After a brief spell in your apartment – including a lovely little nod back to Resi 7’s controversial first-person perspective – you’re on the streets and right into the thick of things. Just another day on the front lines of the Raccoon City Police Department, then. There’s also the small problem of a massive bloke in a black trench coat that loves to smash through walls and attempt to shove a slithery tentacle in her face.
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