Wolfenstein (Xbox 360)
How to sap the fun out of melting Nazi faces
8/26/2009 5:08 PM | 1 Comments | Page 1 of 2
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My Rating
What's Hot: Good engine; Havoc-enhanced gunplay; Interesting spell powers
What's Not: Uninspired design; Too much filler; Poorly paced; Flat story
Earlier this year, I already played the game that
Wolfenstein should have been.
Necrovision was created by an indie developer in Poland whose claim to fame was a couple of guys from the
Painkiller team. Being a self-published game, it was rough-hewn, sloppy with features and endearingly eager to please. But this horror/war shooter had an inspired, fever-dream quality, just out of reach of the resources of its developers. To their credit, they were undeterred.

I wish I had more ammo for this gun.
Wolfenstein is the polar opposite, all execution and no inspiration, played safe and flat and without a hint of creativity. It is as lifeless and plodding as its Nazi zombies, which is saying a lot since it doesn't even really have Nazi zombies. This is a classic example of a big-budget opportunity gone to waste, cranked out with all the care that goes into a mass-produced widget, mechanically stamped from an old mold and relying entirely on the publisher's marketing and a handful of generous 7.5 reviews.
It didn't have to be this way. Raven knows how to make good games. It has here a decent engine and a wonderfully cheesy premise. From "Hellboy" to "Raiders of the Lost Ark" to "Shock Waves," Nazis and the occult make for some of the pulpiest pulp. Raven even seems inclined to include a little more freedom and flexibility than your garden-variety corridor shooter. But the end result is grossly underdone, juvenile, prosaic and almost instantly forgettable. It's no wonder Activision all but dumped it on the retail shelves and turned its back to announce the sales figures for the latest Call of Duty map pack and the song list for
Guitar Hero 5. This is as fire-and-forget as a game release can be.
We don't need another zero

Excuse me, do you guys have any ammo for that gun that shoots blue stuff?
The hero is an utter non-entity, as bland as could be, the star of cut scenes you'll wonder why you bothered to watch. He's a mouthpiece for dialogue that will have you marveling that someone got paid for that. He is a disposable action hero whose only redeeming feature is that some kids who might play this game are too young to appreciate the delicious Schwarzenegger-era irony of an action hero with an unspellable ethnic name. They will have no idea what's going on. Blaskowitz? Blast o' Wits? Blagojevich? Of course, the name B.J. Blazkowicz predated Raven, Activision, id and even 3-D technology. It is perhaps the only bit of the original Wolfenstein to survive. It's a shame to see it sullied by such a stuffed bomber jacket as this zero of a hero.
But it's par for the course when it comes to Wolfenstein telling a story, or even having any sense of game flow or progression. In a quick 'n' dirty corridor shooter that knows you're just here for the shooting -- the recent
Conduit on the Nintendo Wii, for instance -- you don't expect much from the story. You can safely ignore it. It's almost like an unspoken agreement. You do the shooting; the story waits patiently, like English servants poised to pour you a cup of tea, unfazed if you wave them away because you don't want tea. But the story in
Wolfenstein is more like some overeager waiter who keeps bugging you. "You want tea? Can I tell you what kind of tea we have? Come over here and look at the tea. Here, read this pamphlet about tea. Tea is wonderful. Did I ask if you wanted some? Because do you? Have some tea."

Hey, can I bum some of your ammo from you?
I bring this up because the story in
Wolfenstein, forgettable and inconsequential as it is, literally has you running back and forth. It stretches a six-hour game into eight hours. The terrible town-hub concept forces you to plod back-and-forth across bad town maps -- corridors, really -- to pick up missions, sit though poorly written superfluous dialogue, and occasionally buy upgrades for your weapons. You can explore the town maps -- corridors, really -- for collectibles that unlock weapon upgrades, which further stretch an eight-hour game into 10 hours. But you'll also have to fight your way back-and-forth across spawning enemies, obligingly following that Call of Duty golden-star waypoint caret as it guides you around corners, up stairs and down hallways, and generally helps you ignore the uncreative level design.