Stolen mechanics → stolen gamefeel → stolen endorphins. Press and hold R2 to fondly remember a game that cared about level design, crafted a consistent difficulty curve instead of stuffing a bunch of bullshit into the last 25%, and didn't force environmental ambience down your throat with a quippy talking cricket. It has enough of its own unique charms (I love the ostentatious records, some of them remind me of the Rule of Rose theme!) that the overall creative bankruptcy becomes that much more disheartening.