It’s nice being a sniper, all cosy and snug up in your belltower while you pick off the enemy, laughing maniacally and stuffing gateau into your chops.

It’s been a while between titles with Sniper Elite, version one appearing way the blazes back in 2005. To put that into perspective, it was the year Sebastian Coe went doolally when some bloke spluttered ‘London’ on the telly.

So what’s new? Not the war, for starters, we’re still plugging away in the Second World War. It looks a damned site prettier, but with one console generation difference, we should expect that. It doesn’t push the PS3’s limits by any stretch and, to be honest, artistically it could do with a little polish.

What’s nifty about V2 is the slow-motion bullet time ooh-looky-at-how-the-bullet-enters-the-soldier-when-you-can-see-his-skeleton routine. It’s hilariously gory, and makes up for some of the more shabby aspects of the title.

Remember developers, organs exploding in slow motion can make up for you slapdash efforts elsewhere.