As I step into a long, long corridor, I sense unease. Much like telegraphing a boss fight once a game throws health and ammo at you, I knew nothing good could possibly come from this long stretch of empty hall. As I edged forward, the grotesque, several-headed creature I’d only just evaded crashed through the wall just like the Kool-Aid mascot. It might have gargled a dry, witty catchphrase, but I can’t be sure as my shriek likely drowned it out. Fight or flight kicked in and man did I fly.
Fear is somewhat of an addiction. No one likes being scared, yet we constantly put ourselves in situations that force feelings of discomfort. The adrenaline rush is like a drug as we consume unthinkable horrors to get that next sweet hit. For the last two decades, there’s been no better at evoking fear than Shinji Mikami, the godfather of survival horror. Though he’s happily mentoring while a new director helms this sequel, his years of experience are front row for all to see.