If you had to boil Out of Touch down into a single word, it would be unabashed.
Out of Touch is unabashedly melodramatic.
Out of Touch is unabashedly garish in it’s aesthetic.
Out of Touch is unabashedly convoluted.
Those all might sound like negatives, but they’re not. I mean them in the best way possible.
I genuinely adore Out of Touch for all it’s outlandish flourishes and overflowing sentimentality. I love how it’s equal parts earnest and absurd. I love how it combines elements of comedy, slice-of-life, horror, action, romance, anxiety ridden psycho-babble, and schmaltzy power-of-friendship bullshit into an uncanny blend of what-the-hell-did-I-just-experience storytelling. I adore how it’s intricately folded plot makes you feel lost sometimes, forcing you to go back and re-interpret sections, and somehow has you buying into the fever-dream it’s peddling – and at the same time, none of those intricacies matter. At it’s core, it’s a story about a group of friends and their goodwill, support, and acceptance of each other that resonates strongly.
To be frank, Out of Touch is by no means the type of story I seek out or typically enjoy. It’s emotional cues aren’t really what I go for. I’m a porn guy. It’s an enigma to me why I’ve fallen in love with it as I have, other than it clearly and confidently comes from a place of love, made with the type of passion I only wish I could find kinship with.
There’s obvious technical aspects to be lauded. The character dialogue is rich, the music kicks ass, the visuals are cinematic. It’s a unique and ambitious story, with well-timed plot beats that form satisfying individual arcs that work toward a bigger picture. In the current WEG climate, it would be a cut above most just for having a plan, but then StoryAnon has the audacity (and mental illness) to execute an outrageous story thoroughly and assuredly.
Above all, the greatest thing I can personally say about it is this: Out of Touch takes me back to when I first started reading visual novels more than a decade ago, when I exuberantly believed in the format as a storytelling medium. I love that feeling.
To me, Out of Touch is unabashedly a joy to read.
Out of Touch is unabashedly melodramatic.
Out of Touch is unabashedly garish in it’s aesthetic.
Out of Touch is unabashedly convoluted.
Those all might sound like negatives, but they’re not. I mean them in the best way possible.
I genuinely adore Out of Touch for all it’s outlandish flourishes and overflowing sentimentality. I love how it’s equal parts earnest and absurd. I love how it combines elements of comedy, slice-of-life, horror, action, romance, anxiety ridden psycho-babble, and schmaltzy power-of-friendship bullshit into an uncanny blend of what-the-hell-did-I-just-experience storytelling. I adore how it’s intricately folded plot makes you feel lost sometimes, forcing you to go back and re-interpret sections, and somehow has you buying into the fever-dream it’s peddling – and at the same time, none of those intricacies matter. At it’s core, it’s a story about a group of friends and their goodwill, support, and acceptance of each other that resonates strongly.
To be frank, Out of Touch is by no means the type of story I seek out or typically enjoy. It’s emotional cues aren’t really what I go for. I’m a porn guy. It’s an enigma to me why I’ve fallen in love with it as I have, other than it clearly and confidently comes from a place of love, made with the type of passion I only wish I could find kinship with.
There’s obvious technical aspects to be lauded. The character dialogue is rich, the music kicks ass, the visuals are cinematic. It’s a unique and ambitious story, with well-timed plot beats that form satisfying individual arcs that work toward a bigger picture. In the current WEG climate, it would be a cut above most just for having a plan, but then StoryAnon has the audacity (and mental illness) to execute an outrageous story thoroughly and assuredly.
Above all, the greatest thing I can personally say about it is this: Out of Touch takes me back to when I first started reading visual novels more than a decade ago, when I exuberantly believed in the format as a storytelling medium. I love that feeling.
To me, Out of Touch is unabashedly a joy to read.