a review of Castlevania II: Belmont's Revenge
a videogame developed by konami
and published by konami
for the nintendo gameboy
text by Ario Barzan
We’ve seen it before: someone is checking out of the supermarket, and the conveyor belt is chaotically loaded with Pop Tarts, Frosted Flakes, everything. Look a little farther, and notice a plastic bar is placed behind it all, allowing a little room for a person in back of them. And there is a person who has taken advantage of that bit as best as they can, neatly organized the stuff from their basket into the compact space according to how that box fits next to that package.
Handhelds sometimes have a way of doing this to developers â€“ of making them squeeze as much tight, consistently flowing set-pieces into each space as possible. The result: better craftsmanship than a lot of products freed from sticky-note sized screens. Itâ€™s kind of a funny situation when reflected upon: these are things being made for easy consumption, for â€œon the goâ€ entertainment, and yet theyâ€™re dancing around their brethren fluff.
Linkâ€™s Awakening does this. Where A Link to the Pastâ€™s overworld was good, but not great, LA is simply more of a videogame. It feels more architectural, more purposeful and crunchy. Subjectively, yes, I prefer ALttP, mostly due to atmospheric reasons and its lack of &^#$#ed dialogue, but ask me objectively which is the better man in terms of gameplay, and Iâ€™ll poke LAâ€™s suit (jerkin?), say, â€œHeâ€™s the gentleman youâ€™re looking for.â€ Mind you, this isnâ€™t the fault of ALttPâ€™s designers. It just came out earlier, was the thing that got the ball rolling by designating a return to the original setup.
And, so, we come to Belmontâ€™s Revenge, a humble blip that beats the tar out of the oft-mentioned Draculaâ€™s Curse, a stretched-out big bang running on the fumes of our frothing reactions when we thought â€œtubularâ€ was an awesome word. You are Christopher Belmont, underappreciated member of a cursed bloodline, and protagonist of prequel Castlevania Adventure. Knowing this, comparisons are inevitable. Andâ€¦Adventure was not so hot. Line the two up, though, and you start to see Belmontâ€™s Revenge ironing out its parentâ€™s niggling smudges.
Thereâ€™s just a crisper reaction to Christopherâ€™s movements, how he attacks with the Vampire Killer whip with proper judicious vengeance, how there’s no dumb stutter after landing from a jump. If you want to descend a rope â€“ the replacement from stairs, in case you didnâ€™t know â€“ inching your way down it isnâ€™t the only option. Simply hold the D-pad down and the A button, and heâ€™ll slide like a fireman on a pole. And, hey, the dude’s grown a big enough pair to whip while climbing. There are these improved, and greatly needed, nuances all over.
Viewed in relative terms, the game is really one of the few Castlevanias to hold itself to the first’s flow of clever setpieces: the action that quickly satisfied and had you going on because, hey, there was more where that came from, right? Instead of providing meandering size, Belmont’s Revenge‘s situations are in the moment: rooms click into one another with a crisp progression, and the action feels hands-on and husky. Itâ€™s especially impressive, considering how few enemy types there are. All that stupidly pixel-perfect platforming hassling its ancestor has been toned the hell down, too. With each tick of the clock, you feel active. In a good way. During one stage, huge, rolling eyeballs are coming at you on a bridge. Do you attack and make them explode, leaving holes in the bridge? Do you risk a hit and leap over them? In another, spiders descend from a ceiling. You must kill them, and then use their strings of silk to jump across gaps.
By the time Castlevania is breached (four elemental castles need to be cleared before it rises â€“ whatever that means), environments have turned bitchingly challenging. Take heart: itâ€™s not Dracula X, which was the equivalent of hitting your head against a steel wall. And itâ€™s not Castlevania 3, whose levels were so long, staircases so tortuously populated, all endurance was drained. The rooms and learning process are short, and sharp. You learn a way to do things, a peculiar rhythm, and it all fall into place like Tetris. Graciously, that horrid icon password system has been shortened, making going on all the more accessible.
Like most things on this planet, bumps emerge here and there. One involves a couple rooms which lighten and darken. Your only clue as to where youâ€™re going in the utter blackness is paying attention to where these luminescent worms are. Neat in concept, sure, but the light-to-dark switcheroo’s arbitrariness can lead to deaths that have you flinging a hand out demandingly. A couple bosses are oddities, too â€“ the Rock Castle’s can be taken down to half its health without hitting you once, yet its second form can kill Mr. Belmont in a matter of seconds. Walking and jumping are still oddly stunted, like Adventure. Now, the game does work in light of the heavier atmosphere (outside of the occasional goddamn crow), and Christopher is a bit faster, though you have to wonder: was this necessary? It’s…kind of transparent – the whole “SLOWER MOTION for LONGER PLAYTIME!!” reasoning. Unfortunately, all of us sharp, gorgeous, self-respecting people want our action completely honest and fitting.
Iâ€™ve gone this far without mentioning the aesthetics. They are rather lovely. Visually, everything is laid out in a frozen state, sometimes flickering like a classic movie. The designers didnâ€™t pound away until the presentation was detailed but dead. Rather, they took that sort of block-by-block simplicity of the NES trilogy and transferred it over to the Gameboy, lending it an appealing, modern sheen. And, of course, the music, which is dreamy, and kind of jagged, and kind of really good. Think one-hit wonder Soshiro Hokkai’s work for Harmony of Dissonance, thoughâ€¦more spacious and melodic. Hearing a tiny thing bursting with such power is startling. Thereâ€™s even a crazy rendition of Bachâ€™s Chromatic Fantasia and Fugue for the fight with Christopher’s possessed son, Soleiyu.
Speaking of battles, the last ones areâ€¦well. I can clear Devil May Cry 3 on Dante Must Die, and itâ€™s impossible for me to defeat Soleiyu without using an emulator and save states. I still havenâ€™t killed Dracula. Heavenâ€™s grace shines upon you, spirited adventurers, who have found a way.
The journey is challenging â€“ too challenging at the very end, I’m afraid â€“ but eminently playable. Yes, the the control department needs more confidence; really, just the first installment’s physics. Yes, it can be a screw-up. Still, behind this, behind the unassuming status, something works pretty darn well, and it comes down to definition in design. The series itself is an oddity in various ways, and one of them is how the treasures tend to be obscured by the coins. As Rondo of Blood is cornered by devotees who are drooling a bit too much, I’m holding a conversation with its monochrome relative. Pop the cartridge in, and see how it conducts you along with bright, interconnected constructs; how if there is a moment of nothing, you can probably whip a chunk of stone off to reveal a 1UP or meat. How one inch picture frames form a stimulating canvas. Experience the quaint air of mystery from its artistic side. Yeah, there is something here, and it has a heart beat.