These are good moments but they are only two examples over three hours of gameplay.
So we know, wordlessly, that it must have gotten difficult and maybe she hasn’t quite processed it yet.
Then, when she moves out, the only place the picture of the two of them will work according to the puzzle is in a cupboard out of sight and not with all the other photographs on the pin board. It is a subtle way of showing that she is having to shrink herself in order to be here, and maybe that’s why the relationship doesn’t stick. The only place the game seems to accept it is under their bed where no one can see her achievement. When the main character moves in with someone for the first time, her diploma cannot fit on the wall of their shared bedroom. The two instances the game felt tricky was when it was at its most interesting but those were so short-lived. The answers to the puzzles allowed us to just about glean their personality and even the reasons one relationship worked out while another did not.īut then, I didn’t love the game because I don’t think there was enough variety, intrigue, or even enough of this half-hidden narrative in the puzzles. It was also mildly interesting to gather information about the protagonist through the items in their life and how the placement of those items changed depending on where they were living. I didn’t hate the game because I like tidying up, and each puzzle was a polite length that fit comfortably into my day. I didn’t hate the game because the pixel art in isometric scenes was tight and charming. When something hovers like this, far enough away from strong love or strong hate, I find it easy to give a review because I can see what it did and didn’t do.
And then I finished the game the same day in bed before I went to sleep. Later, I played curled up on my beanbag, cat back on my lap. I started under blankets on the couch while I had my breakfast. I played it over the course of a slow Monday. We then follow this same person as they grow up and move into different places throughout their life unpacking belongings in a college dorm, and then in and out of different relationships as well. It involves unpacking boxes and placing items in different rooms so that everything fits on the shelves, in the drawers, on the desk and so on. Unpacking is a puzzle game that lasts around 3 hours. I played it because it has been nominated for awards and because friends recommended it, but it is only a game I’ll half-remember with all the other middling things. It was neither here nor there so it never stayed present enough in my memory. It will exist on the bookshelf for the rest of time like a prop, no longer a book. Sometimes I’ll read a book that fills an afternoon quite nicely but I know that a year on, I won’t be able to tell you anything about it. Sometimes a meal I eat will only be fine, like I’ll finish the whole thing but I wouldn’t cook it for a visitor, wouldn’t crave it. I keep thinking about the headline on that recent interview with Kim Catrall where she said ‘I don’t want to be in a situation for even an hour where I’m not enjoying myself.’ It has become a meme amongst my friends, and I love the sentiment but I simply do not have the energy or the imagination to keep up that kind of lifestyle. But I am fine living a life where not every little thing is amazing. I am supposed to be a critic so I should probably seek out the best for myself, or something like that.
UNPACKING PLATFORMS TV
The cheese and grapes were great but the TV show I inhaled, with its noncommittal storytelling, was only fine.Īnd the thing is, I’m sort of okay with fine at the moment. It landed somewhere just below the middle in the ranking of all the culture I’ve ever spent time with. I didn’t hate it enough to turn it off, though. I didn’t love it, I would never watch it again, and to be honest I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone else. My eyes were open and I let it happen to me.
So, I might be exaggerating when I say I didn’t enjoy it. In Netflix’s defence, I did watch the whole thing. It was an acceptable scene… I just wasn’t having the time of my life. I was lying on my side on the couch, I had cheese and grapes, and the cat was sleeping over my hip. Last week, there was one evening I felt so worn down with fatigue that I watched the entirety of season 2 of Emily in Paris without pausing it and also without enjoying it. Some days are forgotten as soon as they are done.
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