Review svrbrndmg 4/5 · May 26, 2026
If this is my Thermopylae, so be it
None of the jokes are funny. The soundtrack's mileage evaporates with mere hours of play. The vague gestures in the direction of an ethos, sans silly sound effects and on-screen hijinx, are worthless. The concept of an adventure game, a notoriously hard-to-pace genre, predicated on Looney Tunes-esque slapstick, a notoriously immediate and punchy cartoon, assumed the blame for many a …
None of the jokes are funny. The soundtrack's mileage evaporates with mere hours of play. The vague gestures in the direction of an ethos, sans silly sound effects and on-screen hijinx, are worthless. The concept of an adventure game, a notoriously hard-to-pace genre, predicated on Looney Tunes-esque slapstick, a notoriously immediate and punchy cartoon, assumed the blame for many a blasé moment in my playthroughs, wherein I would begrudgingly let the game do its thing in long-winded breaths, letting all of it slip past my every sense until I got put back in the driver's seat. All of this compounds to make wading through this game's deepest self-assured mires nigh unfun.
And yet, it is my comfort game. The puzzles are tactile, synaptic, devilishly versatile in their presentation, they make sense, which is more than your average adventure can even say. They weave into each other and their interplay is just able to be inferred without displacing room for thought. Solving one never pays in anything less than elation, the adventure is designed to nudge you into a puzzle chain without forcing you into any. Since I've spent so much time with it, I think calling it motherly is not unnatural. Or I just might've invested too much of my life into this glorified grab-bag of pixels to ever question that. I wouldn't know. I don't really want to.
I genuinely hold Day of the Tentacle in a similar regard to Monkey Island 2. It objectively has failings, many, in fact, but I can look past those. It whisks me away to a place where the tentacles wave freely and mad scientists gab with a voice like nails on a chalkboard, and that's all that really matters.


