I’m not sure exactly how many times I’ve played The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, but it’s a lot. Back in the days of the Nintendo 64, we weren’t drowning in new releases or free-to-play forever games. You played what you had. And if what you had was good, you played it again and again.
Ocarina of Time was very good and I probably played it a couple of times a year. The remake is gorgeous. It’s also more faithful than I was expecting. I’ve gone through these motions before. Never like this, but enough to not feel as impressed as I should be.
I’m currently making my way through the Gerudo Fortress. My kids and I took turns throughout most of the weekend (I may have had a habit of passing the controller every time we had to go back to the Temple of Time, transform back into Young Link, and run back across Hyrule Field to unlock the next step in a quest). I’ve shown them the original game, but they still feel like this is something completely different. I wish I could feel the same.
I don’t remember every secret in the game and I was never much of a completionist. I would be useless trying to unlock the Biggoron Sword without a guide. But all of the beats along the critical path remain surprisingly familiar, pushed to the forefront of my mind as I encounter each one in the remake.
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