The narrow passageways and fairly linear levels, as rather mundane as these may seem by today's standards, heralds back to those bygone days of 1992 and the brooding intensity of the levels is palpable. Mowing down Nazis, especially with dual-wield assault rifles, is still as thrilling as it was in 1992. Action is what Wolfenstein does and The New Order accomplishes this very well.
Some may say that it isn’t as emotional a storyline as other action games of 2014, especially considering there’s no multiplayer, but are you really playing Wolfenstein for its character arc? That’d be like going to an Expendables movie hoping for a realistic plot, free of deux ex machina.
Unlike the goal of the original – that of escaping Castle Wolfenstein – this new iteration takes you through grand mansions and concentration camps, factories and U-boats, even to a lunar research facility, all with Blaszkowicz trying to retrieve the key vehicles, people, technology, and weapons needed to rekindle and empower the resistance.
You're thrust into the bowels of enemy operations, never knowing when you may end up in Nazi hands. This isn't a typical Second World War game. Yet smaller plot twists are present, ones that are refreshingly unpredictable. There are no real plot twists in the overall good guys win bad guys lose. He travels into the heart of Germany to free what's left of the resistance and to usurp the power of General Deathshead. Having woken up injured in a psychiatric hospital, Blaszkowicz refuses to accept this new Reich. Thanks to the Germans having perfected the atom bomb before the U.S., the Nazis won the Second World War and now rule the world. The New Order takes place in a skewed 1960. Unlike its predecessor, 2009’s horrible version of Wolfenstein with embarrassingly hokey occult elements, A New Order stays true to the spirit of the franchise, embodying the action and the intensity of the original. Wolfenstein: The New Order does, in many respects, capture the spirit of the original: donning the persona of William Blaszkowicz as he hunts down scores of Nazis in a post-Second World War alternate reality. There’s many a young whippersnapper out there – which at my age is anyone under the age of 25 – who never played the original 1992 Wolfenstein 3D, never flushed hour upon hour away, white-knuckled and bleary-eyed, blasting Nazis away in the grandfather of first person shooters with but three lives with which to play.
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