Compared to other entry in the franchise, Resident Evil 3 Remake is not a tale about facing adverse odds through camaraderie, but a story of a rivalry. Throughout the game, the fight between Jill Valentine and the aptly named Nemesis is always at the centre of the scene, a fight which is not only physical but ideological. Coming from two opposing yet equally bad factions, the shady Umbrella corporation and the American police force, Jill and the Nemesis face each other at the moment of the greatest divide for Raccoon City, and the issue at hand being: should a private corporation be given endless funding to produce a weapon to kill all human life on the planet? Also, there is a zombie apocalypse.
Jill and the Nemesis clearly have diverging opinions on the matter, thus the impasse between the two is formed but, as much as this stalemate is fascinating, what really elevates RE3R is the character development of the Nemesis himself. We learn late into the game that the Nemesis was created to be controlled with a brain parasite, a clear metaphor for modern day brain parasites that control us all, like Twitter. He is an inhuman being with no free will nor desire of his own, a true redditor, shielded in black and covered from head to toe the first time we meet him, metaphorically and literally blind to what is happening in front of him. It is only through Jill that the layers around the Nemesis are gradually peeled off, by repeatedly setting him on fire, thus shedding unto him a light of clarity, which in turn reveals his real form both to us and to himself. The Nemesis is, of course, resistant to this at first, scared of having to question his own life up to that point, having lived for a whole of three days before meeting Jill. He tries to debate Jill’s facts and logics using his own feelings on the situation, and a rocket launcher. His flaws are obvious for all to see, he tries to mansplain his reasoning about the good that Umbrella can achieve by brutally murdering Jill Valentine, but slowly he can’t help but develop a begrudging respect for her.
It is only after being drowned in acid that he finally lets his heart out, bare for all to see and fry with a rail-gun, maybe defeated in his ideas, but nonetheless the Nemesis knows that he has been understood by his peers, and that recognition is what ultimately matters. He may be a gargantuan monster capable of growing ten stories tall and full of filthy appendages, but at the end of the day he is human, just like us.
Resident Evil 3 Remake is about humanity, the rivalry that may form between men and women, and how the key to succeed together is through mutual understanding. What a beautiful game.
Minus one star because the fucking dogde button never works.
Jill and the Nemesis clearly have diverging opinions on the matter, thus the impasse between the two is formed but, as much as this stalemate is fascinating, what really elevates RE3R is the character development of the Nemesis himself. We learn late into the game that the Nemesis was created to be controlled with a brain parasite, a clear metaphor for modern day brain parasites that control us all, like Twitter. He is an inhuman being with no free will nor desire of his own, a true redditor, shielded in black and covered from head to toe the first time we meet him, metaphorically and literally blind to what is happening in front of him. It is only through Jill that the layers around the Nemesis are gradually peeled off, by repeatedly setting him on fire, thus shedding unto him a light of clarity, which in turn reveals his real form both to us and to himself. The Nemesis is, of course, resistant to this at first, scared of having to question his own life up to that point, having lived for a whole of three days before meeting Jill. He tries to debate Jill’s facts and logics using his own feelings on the situation, and a rocket launcher. His flaws are obvious for all to see, he tries to mansplain his reasoning about the good that Umbrella can achieve by brutally murdering Jill Valentine, but slowly he can’t help but develop a begrudging respect for her.
It is only after being drowned in acid that he finally lets his heart out, bare for all to see and fry with a rail-gun, maybe defeated in his ideas, but nonetheless the Nemesis knows that he has been understood by his peers, and that recognition is what ultimately matters. He may be a gargantuan monster capable of growing ten stories tall and full of filthy appendages, but at the end of the day he is human, just like us.
Resident Evil 3 Remake is about humanity, the rivalry that may form between men and women, and how the key to succeed together is through mutual understanding. What a beautiful game.
Minus one star because the fucking dogde button never works.