Little Nightmares II has this entertaining intensity to it that’s as fun to watch as it is to play.
The formula is no secret, but that doesn’t make it any less successful. Time and time again, you’re going to slowly, safely get a lay of the land – and a few impossible-to-ignore glimpses of some big nasty brute in charge – before needing to fetch a key in plain sight or otherwise cause some racket to progress. There’s no other way. You’ve gotta face your fears. And when you do, the chase is on. It’s a mad dash to carve your way through an obstacle course with a boogeyman breathing down your neck.
In the wrong hands, when things aren’t tuned just so, this can prove frustrating. You can hit the point of “too many deaths” and, despite knowing what you need to do, still fail to pull it off, shattering the atmosphere. It can feel like the scales have tipped – like you’re no longer at fault. I struggled with this feeling in Little Nightmares, but I avoided it in Little Nightmares II. I died loads, yet I never felt cheated.
The sequel is bigger, more elaborate, and better balanced – everything I was hoping to see.