The only game I’ve ever played with an automatic screen burn-in prevention system, so credit for that alone. Very much a Lucas Arts™Game™, both to its detriment and advantage. In a game so concerned with atmospheric establishment, perhaps its most interesting facet is the score’s fluctuations between creeping film noir sounds and original rippers by a group called The Gone Jackals, who sound like a paper-thin Rollins Band ripoff. Roy Conrad’s VA work carries the game on Ben Throttle’s wide shoulders, because, shit, something’s gotta be remotely compelling about these characters in this breadcrumbed setting. You can find Scrappy-Crew-Bands-Together-and-Fights-Evil-CEO in many other, better places. Funny enough to be solid, I guess.