Just about everything else in Resident Evil 3 is designed to serve as a distraction between moments where Jill Valentine, the mere human, ducks, dives, weaves, and occasionally bazookas the unstoppable force of aberrant nature on her vaguely-defined quest for survival and escape. Nemesis, the big bad… nemesis… of Resident Evil 3, shows up within the first fifteen minutes, and from that point on the game’s a mad dash out of his grotesquely tentacled reach. Capcom tries to take each new Resident Evil in so many directions that the publisher ends up inadvertently quartering it – it’s appropriately gory, but not that pleasant to view. And yet, Resident Evil 3 continues what I am convinced is an identity crisis for the overall franchise. What’s more, once it’s there it just doesn’t come down again.
As a big action gorefest it gets the job done, and like a Michael Bay film Resident Evil 3 barely gives you a second to breathe before it kicks into high gear. Resident Evil 3 is both really well made and not good at all.
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