A real fascinating throwback to the survival horror of yore, intertwining a melange of modern influences à la Evangelion, Ghost in the Shell, Silent Hill, lo-poly PS1 aesthetic that's sure to win the hearts of the public, and the regurgitation of even greater 'highbrow' aspirations like David Lynch, Germanic Academic Art painters and canonical classical literature, if not a bethy of classical music for yours truly.

But where then, do these quotations and references and influences ever really go? SIGNALIS is impressive from the offset but slowly but surely finds itself at a standstill, its aspirations as the "classic survival horror" experience plays out all the classic tropes and set-pieces; yet never seemingly, out of want and do, to exceed its aspirations. Even its systems and mechanics seem rotely stuck to the same hide and seek combat inventory management of an PS1 RE1 but stubbornly so, much less any of the modern REs, or even a Silent Hill. Perhaps modern horror is just as rote, if not worse in its cliches, but does one have to pretend that hiding from monsters to preserve ammo and resources is any different than hiding from monsters to simply survive?

It then has to rely on its narrative, trapped in a shell of seemingly impressive influences and quotations, bringing out across a story of the eternal recurrence, touching upon ideas of self-hatred, the spotty nature of memories, and the identities we trap ourselves in. Yet for all of that does it seem incapable of having some kind of human touch to ground it all; sure, it's impressive to bring about the rhythmic experimentation of Hideaki Anno's direction and edits into a video game, playing around with cutscenes, perspective, and space, but rarely does an effect become more and more stifling as it keeps coming and going, if not slightly detached from its ongoings. For every in-game note that spouts exposition, there might be a note that says something about life on the ship, the society they live, and the memories they leave behind, but none properly feel the weight of its own world as a whole, nor have some kind of rabid and salacious curiosity in its own aesthetics of blood, guts, and death to seek its own thrills in its aesthetic and atmosphere. The result feels a game that is rather overburdened with its own form, to better convey the emotions or thrills that it strains forward to do; the whiff of Schubert and Moonlight Sonata playing here and there only serves a lingering reminder, the act itself ever so elaborated and put-upon.

If this is the best modern horror can do, then maybe we are fated to that eternal recurrence that Elster and co find themselves in, yearning for something that truly crawls under our skins. But hey, are you really willing to go through this once more? You've seen what happens.

Unwieldy, genuinely frustrating and sometimes aimless without abandon, this is still one of the most ambitious and freshest takes on the Souls formula with a clear focus on the idea and allure of limitless power and strength, and how that colors over its world and its characters, but even through the player themselves, seeking through many of its vast amount spells and equipment, growing in immense might by the end. It's truly a genuine journey in a way perhaps most open world games lack, a true adventure in the player's own making.