Its kitchen-sink approach to horror is occasionally brutal but ultimately silly; it's way more effective as an erotic thriller, a subgenre that rose to popularity at around the same time Roberta Williams's career began to get some traction. Beyond just the sideboob and the harrowing rape, Phantasmagoria's tale of multigenerational domestic abuse fits the erotic thriller's interest in deconstructing the artifice of domestic life, and while its inciting incident is far more fantastical than the likes of Basic Instinct or Body Double, how better to convey artifice than plastering your Real Life FMV Woman protagonist across an array of insane CGI backdrops? Even when the character writing seriously stretches the story's credibility and the acting falls short, the marriage between aesthetic sensibility and thematic preoccupation deftly carries the game home. As someone who finds little intrigue or value in adventure game logic, the relatively simple puzzles are also a huge plus for me.