Up there is Ivan Ivanovitch. He is somewhere between Walter Mitty and Scheherazade. A man who invents successive tales of fantasy in order to stay his probable execution by an impatient general who interrogates him in a darkened room. Ivan is the little guy in every way, small in stature, an underdog bent on forces beyond his control. As the sympathetic hero of Little Orpheus, a dynamic modernization of the cinematic platformer, he establishes a rapport with the general who carries the game as best he can through eight beautiful but ultimately formulaic levels. It's a light game, unchallenging by design, and to me, sleepy.