Wolfenstein: Old Blood is surprisingly effective at creating a truncated version of last year’s Wolfenstein: The New Order (2014). It never peaks as high or sinks as low, but does manage to maintain the witticism, style, and clever design of its predecessor — and it can be enjoyed in roughly a quarter of the time. MachineGames’ personality continues to be the star of the show, and some of the game’s humour —particularly towards the end— is priceless.
The trouble is that there is no situation where I would recommend playing Old Blood unless you’ve already played The New Order. By virtue of being a shorter game, Old Blood doesn’t have the pendulum swings that took you from the utter despair of losing a war to the Nazis, into the absurdities of a lone, chiselled American man double-fisting shotguns. Old Blood is quite good, but not remarkable in light of its origins.