![]() ![]() You don't see that in Crash Bandicoot (though I've not played 'The Wrath of Cortex', so apologies if I'm misrepresenting its psychological nuance). Sick of slippy-slidey ice worlds? Try a level set on the wedding cake of a now-mourning widower. Exploring pill-filled pachinko parlours is a visual spectacle and can be appreciated as that, but the metaphorical dimension is just as satisfying to decipher.Ĭrucially, there's not a tired genre trope to be found. Another standout sees a bureaucrat's clinical hospital of a mind hijacked by a casino. For example, one man's familial alcoholism becomes a toxic swamp where his shame manifests as a riverbed of discarded gin bottles that you navigate before booze drowns them again. And not in the hackneyed language of audio logs and ten foot-tall 'HELP ME' graffiti. Picture Mario 64's self-contained worlds, if Tiny-Huge Island was a metaphor for Wario's impotence.Įvery mind tells a story. But levels are much more than obstacle courses to tidy up. It's solid, standard stuff and will keep completionists happy for 20 hours. You hoover up hundreds of imaginary figments and earmark hidey-holes to return to with later upgrades. On one hand they serve up the comfort food of those older platformers. Picture Mario 64's self-contained worlds, if Tiny-Huge Island was a metaphor for Wario's impotence. From there, Raz hops inside heads to unpick personal traumas that both infect and shape the mental landscapes. ![]()
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