Resident Evil Requiem has been 30 years in the making, and the ghost of each one echoes throughout. But for every moment of familiarity, there's a curious twist in the road – and I'm not just talking about Leon "hot uncle" Kennedy having aged like the finest bottle of Sanguis Virginis.
Combat and puzzle-wise, Capcom is on its A-game. This time, however, the story has me entranced. I know that sounds strange. Resident Evil is known for a lot of things, after all – scary monsters, gallant heroes and heroines, laying the blueprint down for the best survival horror games as we know them today – but it's not a game I play for the plot. Requiem spits at that notion. Or rather, it stabs it in the throat, guts it with a chainsaw, and spits on the viscera slithering out of its hollow corpse. I've been whipped between moments of pure terror, fist-pumping at some of the most ridiculous action I've ever seen, and become genuinely weepy as the characters' journeys entwine for moments of true, deep catharsis. A requiem, if you will.
