Exactly this.
My mother continually defends that jackass every time I try and bring up how unhinged and nonsensical he sounds - such as when rambling about sharks, or Gettysburg.
"Oh sweetie, he's just kidding! He likes to joke and kid around!"
No...No mom, he's a deranged lunatic who can barely string together two coherent sentences.
Yuck, yeah. I remember so much of the tension in the first Resident Evil was fighting with the damn controls. It's like trying to run away from something in a dream, and your body isn't doing what you want it to!