The Hulu series plays like an exceptionally late attempt to catch the long tail of meta sitcoms.
Throughout, going through the same motions hardly dulls the sheen of Cosmo D’s latest clever and wholly invigorating gaming experiment.
Immortality impressively accommodates so much uncertainty without collapsing in on itself in a heap of frustrating dead ends.
The cutesy art style of Cursed to Golf obscures just how punishing the game can be.
Cult of the Lamb plays like an inventory of half-understood mechanics from other games.
The game is a compelling introduction to “pixel pulp,” though it’s a mixed success for the degree to which it leaves us wanting more.
The Deer King leaves one with the impression that it hasn’t given itself enough room to truly soar.
Where the similarly ambitious Until Dawn felt relatively seamless, The Quarry often feels as if it’s bitten off more than it can chew.
The series often feels as if its farcicality has been reined in, which may have something to do with it revolving around a real game.
Hardspace: Shipbreaker is a game that, over time, requires you to feel out your own ideal working method.
When you’re not performing exactly as instructed, the game’s narrow and inconsistent margin of error is just frustrating.
The series is at its best when it’s simply and uncritically throwing back to ’60s spy fantasy.
Citizen Sleeper works very hard to ensure that it remains a story of perseverance rather than failure.
Nuanced dilemmas quickly fade into the background as Undone adopts a more straightforward format in its second season.
The line between a leisurely atmosphere and an aimless one is quite thin, and Sephonie often drifts across it.
For a series meant to tackle thorny social issues and gender dynamics, Roar comes across as distressingly slight.
It’s hard to shake how much more gracefully other games of this type avoid similar pitfalls.
Tunic focuses on the most unexpected elements of its forerunners in order to reward players with a rapturous sense of discovery.
That Dirty Black Bag sets the stage for an explosion of conflict, but it’s easy to wish that it took less time to pick up steam.
Ultrasound never quite figures out how to keep going once its mysteries have been unraveled.