A gentle adventure into a family’s secrets that’s nicely crafted but over before it really begins.

A teenage girl walked around a house looking at objects and talked to her mother about them.

Open Roads is a slight game, I now know, both in terms of running length and scope.

An illustrative-style image of a mother and her teenage daughter hugging. Their eyes are closed in happiness.

There aren’t grand ambitions or wild adventures.

prompt to call Mum over and have a chat about it.

She is really the only other character directly present in the game.

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And really, that’s all there is to Open Roads.

Open Roads does what little it does very well, though.

The production values are high.

An illustrative hand holding up a very realistic print out of an early noughties car directions print-out. The kind from the old internet that used to tell you step by step, where to go.

And it’s the perfect backdrop for slowing you down to the game’s pace.

From the handwriting on the paper to the rust on tin cans, the objects all look convincingly real.

Characters who aren’t fully animated, by the way - only partially.

A sunny kitchen inside someone’s home, with height markers on the wall showing how the occupants here grew.

It sounds jarring, but most of the time it works well enough to ignore.

Sometimes the performances veer on cheesy, but there’s obvious quality here.

All of which combines to make Open Roads an experience that’s pleasant to drift along to.

A dingy and messy interior of what appears to be a cabin. Junk is strewn over the floor and there’s mess on the surfaces.

It’s a nice day out.

It doesn’t seem to add up.

Perhapsthe volatile Fullbright beginnings of the projecttook a long time to repair.

A close-up of an old-school, early era mobile phone, and a text message on it.

Regardless, something nice has come from it.

It’s just not particularly memorable.

A copy of Open Roads was provided for review byAnnapurna Interactive.

A dialogue close-up of the motherly character Opal, in Open Roads. She, like Cruella LaVille, has a white streak at the front of her otherwise dark hair.

The back and head and shoulders of teenager Tess, in a yellow coat, talking to her mother Opal, in a purple coat. Opal has a hand on her chest and open mouth in a look of exclamation. Teenagers, huh?

Mother and daughter as seen through the windscreen of the car they’re driving, bathed in the orangey glow of a sunset. They both look happy and content.