What if Eurovision but instead of singing, the whole thing was about who can get their dick out in the most dramatic way possible? That's the energy here. Our guy, some nobody with a dream and apparently a very flexible schedule, wants to be on Sexovision. The whole joke is he doesn't even know where the audition is. Like, the central conflict is a logistical error. I respect that.

The art is deliberately crusty. Not in a bad way, just looks like someone drew it on a bus. The host lady has these massive, physics-defying tits that just sort of exist in their own gravitational field. You click around, trying to find the right sequence of events to get on stage. There's a moment with a backstage pass that made me laugh because the solution is so stupidly simple but I kept clicking on a potted plant for five minutes. Why was the plant even clickable? Never figured it out.

Actually the whole uniform tag is doing a lot of heavy lifting here. It's not sexy uniforms, it's like, a guy in a bad sequin jacket and a woman who might be a presenter from a country that doesn't exist. The sex scene, when you finally trigger it, is this frantic, almost angry animation loop. Lots of pixelated thrusting. The sound design, if you can call it that, is just a royalty free beat that sounds like it's being played through a tin can. I had to mute the tab because it was scaring my cat. But then I unmuted it because the silence was worse. The humor is the only thing that saves it from being completely forgettable. The dialogue is so blunt it circles back to being charming. "I show you my talent now." No foreplay, just a statement of intent. Reminds me of those weird flash games from 2005 you'd find on a site that also gave your computer seventeen viruses. This one probably won't do that, but the aesthetic is spot on. The ending is just... it stops. No climax, just a fade to black. Maybe that's the parody? The real Sexovision was the confusion we found along the way.