I vaguely sense another Clone Army of series on the horizon, though it's too early to say. At least it's not the High School Series Flood of 2012, so that's gotta count for something.
This season, you see, seems to be gravitating towards detailed, reasonably conventional animation, modern fantasy plots and an absolutely baffling amount of men. Unfortunately, not the Cho-Aniki kind - that would at least be good for some laughs and a large amount of whiplash injuries caused by sudden recoils from the screen, thanks to good old Samson.
This season, then, attempts to capitalize on the recent inundation of made-for-merchandise females and bland, utterly forgettable males by pulling a reverse whammy. Suddenly, we get a season wherein three of the major shows (K, Zetsuen no Tempest and (or so it seems) Psycho-Pass) have a large, diverse male cast, whereas in return, the females are either absolutely bland, side characters or just plain not there. I'm looking at you, K. Having a gothloli utter three lines and someone who looks like the lovechild of Makina and a sentient, predatory NOL uniform utter about four does not count as a female presence, no matter how long you hold your breath and threaten to turn blue. Zetsuen no Tempest is scarcely any better - while Aika and Hakaze are certainly female (or so I dearly hope), both of them seem to be delegated to secondary plot-device roles, with Hakaze conveniently stranded on an island, only useful as mission control, and Aika having kicked the bucket long ago, thus only being useful as Mahiro's morality chain.
There could be many hypotheses as to this, including "novelty", "more opportunities for character design" and "that's just how it works, I ain't gonna explain shit", but the most realistic one looks to be "See the world out there, my fellow heartless, amorphous Grey Mass of a marketroid? We do not yet seem to have parasitized on the female fans, and yet they have so much delicious money to feed our masters. What say you that we create a bevy of series this season in which male characters are shoehorned in at every opportunity? Oh yes, ho ho, that certainly seems wonderful. Let us also drop some hideously blatant ho-yay in K, so that the fangirls will be interested, and not in the least care that the last work the studio created was a cyberpunk OVA series about talking four-dimensional cybermice that turn into organic clothes and guns that bleed, people implanting female genitals into their hands and cyborg 14-year-old boys with horns having homosexual romantic incestuous relationships with robot dolphins. Oh ho ho ho."
So, let us kick off.
Zetsuen no Tempest
As is my usual habit when reviewing shows I really look forward to, I will get the bad parts over with first.
Zetsuen no Tempest is chuuni as fuck, pretentious, hammy and melodramatic.
Well, who cares. Madoka was too.
As the facts stand, Zetsuen no Tempest is a damn promising series. The plot, though it clearly actively strives towards being strange, is still quite interesting. Deals with the devil, eldritch abominations, metallicizing plagues (Hey, Marco, we need you over here!) and an honestly interesting anti-hero in the form of Mahiro all work to make the first episode a truly interesting experience.
Well, it's not all nice and rosy.
For one, we have an overpowering aura of ham suffusing the entire universe. Overblown speeches, hamtastic promises of revenge, spontaneous shouted Shakespeare recitals and some rather over-the-top character motivations do not always willing suspension of disbelief support, young Skywalker.
For two, the clichés - dead little sister, questing for revenge, tired character designs when it comes to, say, Samon - sometimes become overpowering, and my conscious mind asks my subconscious why I'm not just watching Titanic instead, since I obviously seem to enjoy cliché in my ham sandwich.
For Elgala, the leading male wears hair clips with an uncanny resemblance to Yuno's double X's. Do I need to say more?
However, I almost shed a tiny little tear at seeing Mahiro - an interesting antihero with a novel and refreshingly normal character design who actually manages to be a physical magic user? Count me in.
Count me the fuck in.
A plot that, while not terribly subtle in its active attempt to be complicated, does seem to hide some truly interesting twists and turns, and on top of that possesses the lovechild of Azathoth and the Saigyou Ayakashi?
Count me in.
Count me the fuck in.
Rating: YES/100.
fredag den 5. oktober 2012
torsdag den 4. oktober 2012
New Season (and No Bloody New Entries)
Herro. I am back.
Actually, I'm not sure why I'm back, since maybe four people on this planet read this (I know three of them, and the fourth one is a certain person who may or may not be me), but hey, writing is good for me.
Wait, let me rephrase that.
Writing is my only way of doing something constructive instead of sitting in my basement and guzzling stale cola. That should be more like it.
So well, we have a new season on our hands (and it's kinda sticky and won't come off no matter how hard you scrub), so maybe I should get my ass in gear and review.
Chuunibyou demo Koi ga Shitai! (hereafter known as Chu2Koi)
Well, well, well. What have we here. Another high-school-romance-with-a-twist series.
You can barely look through the lineup of the last two seasons without being hit in the face by another case of "high-school boy meets girl, but..."
Another. BONK.
Dusk Maiden. BONK.
Hyouka. BONK.
Kokoro Connect. BONK.
Nyaruko. FHTAGN.
High School DxD. SPLAT.
Now I'm never gonna get that stain off.
Well, half-assed jokes aside, Chu2Koi suffers from a bad case of seen-it-before. Yuuta's character design, for example, is painfully generic in the first place, not to mention that we saw the exact same back when Hyouka and Kokoro Connect were running. Exact same, I tell you.
Is there some kind of brain-plague among character designers that makes them unable to think up more than three possible character designs for high-school-age boys? Even when the series isn't a projection-oriented one, every single protagonist is still so astrofucking generic that I literally have trouble telling the difference between them. Is it that hard to come up with a character design (or now we're at it, a concept) that, while it doesn't have to be completely novel, is at least not a carbon copy of at least a dozen others out there, just given a touch with the color picker and having a crude black bar scrawled in pencil over the serial numbers? Bloody hell, you'd at least think that they could make a main character who's (GOD MY OH) black-haired. It's not even that much of a far cry, in the name of the Spinning Martian Jesus-Lizard. It doesn't change the character's personality or anything. It only serves to distinguish him. Or is that a crime in the world of KyoAni? I can vividly imagine a character designer who dared to make a leading male with blue hair (in a world where hair colors seem to be chosen by using the color-picker tool on a high-contrast photo of the Copenhagen Pride Parade) being dragged off by fomori to be fed into the Character Designer Broiler, where all the fired character designers go to die and then be eaten by Mikaboshi.
What? I had a series to review? Well, fuck.
So well, aside from the character designs and setting, Chu2Koi actually manages to be genuinely novel and entertaining. Its main sources of humor are cringe comedy and slapstick, both of which it does respectably well. Reaction shots are a special forte here, too, one of them actually being well-done enough to reach my withered little heart, shrunken into a cold, hard little pebble of pure hate by years of reviewing, and make me laugh out loud. The series' approach to the high-school love-com setting is refreshingly tongue-in-cheek, and the whole chuunibyou topic is enough to make the series seem less stale.
However, there still doesn't seem to be a lot to work with, and it seems as if it's only a matter of time before the chuunibyou gimmick runs out and the soulless marketroids get into the plot, turning it into
yet another
romantic drama, utterly raping what could have been a great series and then shitting down its throat. The main problem here is quite simply that its gimmick doesn't seem to be very long-lived, and I have an accurate Spider-Sense tingling in my hideously bloated gallbladder that tells me that it's gonna wear off about midway through the series, like all the other otaku-comedies out there, and that it's gonna turn into the seventeenth or so good show of the last decade ruined by the ham-handed application of predictable, cliché, bleeding-heart romance.
Then I will be sitting in my chair, screaming and flailing and firing mouth-launched Excelion Breakers left and right, and it will do nothing.
And Mikaboshi will be sitting in his chair in the Wicked City, and he will be laughing. And laughing. And laughing.
Rating: 75/100. I wish I could hope that it would keep on being that good, but I know that it won't, and it pains me oh-so-much.
Actually, I'm not sure why I'm back, since maybe four people on this planet read this (I know three of them, and the fourth one is a certain person who may or may not be me), but hey, writing is good for me.
Wait, let me rephrase that.
Writing is my only way of doing something constructive instead of sitting in my basement and guzzling stale cola. That should be more like it.
So well, we have a new season on our hands (and it's kinda sticky and won't come off no matter how hard you scrub), so maybe I should get my ass in gear and review.
Chuunibyou demo Koi ga Shitai! (hereafter known as Chu2Koi)
Well, well, well. What have we here. Another high-school-romance-with-a-twist series.
You can barely look through the lineup of the last two seasons without being hit in the face by another case of "high-school boy meets girl, but..."
Another. BONK.
Dusk Maiden. BONK.
Hyouka. BONK.
Kokoro Connect. BONK.
Nyaruko. FHTAGN.
High School DxD. SPLAT.
Now I'm never gonna get that stain off.
Well, half-assed jokes aside, Chu2Koi suffers from a bad case of seen-it-before. Yuuta's character design, for example, is painfully generic in the first place, not to mention that we saw the exact same back when Hyouka and Kokoro Connect were running. Exact same, I tell you.
Is there some kind of brain-plague among character designers that makes them unable to think up more than three possible character designs for high-school-age boys? Even when the series isn't a projection-oriented one, every single protagonist is still so astrofucking generic that I literally have trouble telling the difference between them. Is it that hard to come up with a character design (or now we're at it, a concept) that, while it doesn't have to be completely novel, is at least not a carbon copy of at least a dozen others out there, just given a touch with the color picker and having a crude black bar scrawled in pencil over the serial numbers? Bloody hell, you'd at least think that they could make a main character who's (GOD MY OH) black-haired. It's not even that much of a far cry, in the name of the Spinning Martian Jesus-Lizard. It doesn't change the character's personality or anything. It only serves to distinguish him. Or is that a crime in the world of KyoAni? I can vividly imagine a character designer who dared to make a leading male with blue hair (in a world where hair colors seem to be chosen by using the color-picker tool on a high-contrast photo of the Copenhagen Pride Parade) being dragged off by fomori to be fed into the Character Designer Broiler, where all the fired character designers go to die and then be eaten by Mikaboshi.
What? I had a series to review? Well, fuck.
So well, aside from the character designs and setting, Chu2Koi actually manages to be genuinely novel and entertaining. Its main sources of humor are cringe comedy and slapstick, both of which it does respectably well. Reaction shots are a special forte here, too, one of them actually being well-done enough to reach my withered little heart, shrunken into a cold, hard little pebble of pure hate by years of reviewing, and make me laugh out loud. The series' approach to the high-school love-com setting is refreshingly tongue-in-cheek, and the whole chuunibyou topic is enough to make the series seem less stale.
However, there still doesn't seem to be a lot to work with, and it seems as if it's only a matter of time before the chuunibyou gimmick runs out and the soulless marketroids get into the plot, turning it into
yet another
romantic drama, utterly raping what could have been a great series and then shitting down its throat. The main problem here is quite simply that its gimmick doesn't seem to be very long-lived, and I have an accurate Spider-Sense tingling in my hideously bloated gallbladder that tells me that it's gonna wear off about midway through the series, like all the other otaku-comedies out there, and that it's gonna turn into the seventeenth or so good show of the last decade ruined by the ham-handed application of predictable, cliché, bleeding-heart romance.
Then I will be sitting in my chair, screaming and flailing and firing mouth-launched Excelion Breakers left and right, and it will do nothing.
And Mikaboshi will be sitting in his chair in the Wicked City, and he will be laughing. And laughing. And laughing.
Rating: 75/100. I wish I could hope that it would keep on being that good, but I know that it won't, and it pains me oh-so-much.
mandag den 25. juni 2012
There's No Way My Blog Can Be This Bad
Someone fucking shoot me. Right now.
I just watched the whole of OreImo in the space of 24 hours. Well, I fast-forwarded through the last four, but can you blame me? OreImo is one of those series which start out good and then go to hell. It begins with in-jokes, comedy and the whole shebang, and actually manages to be genuinely funny.
Then it starts to go into drama, but no one cares, since it's well-done, well-distributed and meshes with the concept of the series instead of being stupidly obtrusive.
And then it all goes to hell.
Why the Master Sparking fuck does every single otaku rom-com have to go like this? I could Apollo 13 the corporate goober that came up with the idea that every single promising series concerning itself with otaku culture has to get assraped by romance and drama after the second half. It ruined Haganai and Genshiken, and now this?
I started watching OreImo armed in my +5 Righteous Riot Gear of Furious Angry Rage, expecting it to be a steaming pile of Sora no Otoshimono with all the inane fanservice, otaku-pandering and wish-fulfillment that entails.
While that might seem to apply to many series, please recall that yours truly is a cranky, unwashed cheeto-beard who spends most of his time in a basement scratching his ass, crunching chips and watching anime meant for little girls. I'm the kind of hopeless loser that kind of series panders to, and even I'm disgusted.
Well, back on track.
What pants-on-head consumer-pandering nineball got the bright idea of pushing to make all these series take a screeching U-turn right after the middle of the season, I ask? There seems to be no rhyme or reason to it besides milking money out of emotionally stunted otaku manchildren who weep tears of canned oden every time their shriveled little hearts are confronted with something "oh so zaad".
(Sorry, LK.)
This pointless genre change is a long-standing thorn in the side of otaku-humor series. It's not a standalone problem as much as a persistent symptom of series decay. On my list of badness levels, this goes just below anime adaptations of eroge by Type-Moon.
(Of which there were only Fate/stay night and Fate/zero. Nothing else. Nothing else.)
Seitokai no Ichizon was bottled 1ups and time orbs to begin with. It overflowed with awesone from its every pore. Then came the second half of the series. Badly done, soul-achingly cliché second-rate single-heroine eroge romance/drama. I never watched the series through. I skimmed the last five episodes, and then I went into a dark corner and was zaad.
Haganai was genuinely funny for the first half, though it wore its nature as a wish-fulfillment series a bit more openly than most. That's fine; I'm no stranger to wish-fulfillment, though most of it takes place within my own head after witnessing Fate and Nanoha in a particularly intimate moment, heh heh. But just like everything else, it came to an end when the second half flipped straight into weepy drama. FUCK.
Genshiken stayed halfway good, but that's because it's Genshiken. However, it still suffered immensely from the genre flip-flop, going from a godly series to a Claymore-level one. (Not genre-wise; I'd love to see that, though.) Just like Claymore, I found myself skipping through episodes I didn't like. (And just like Claymore, it had a half-assed cop-out as an ending, though nowhere nearly as bad.)
I am angry. Holy inverted astrofuck, am I angry. Given the necessary sudden change in the laws of physics, I would launch a Starlight Breaker from my mouth towards those who slighted me so. The Excelion kind.
I just watched the whole of OreImo in the space of 24 hours. Well, I fast-forwarded through the last four, but can you blame me? OreImo is one of those series which start out good and then go to hell. It begins with in-jokes, comedy and the whole shebang, and actually manages to be genuinely funny.
Then it starts to go into drama, but no one cares, since it's well-done, well-distributed and meshes with the concept of the series instead of being stupidly obtrusive.
And then it all goes to hell.
Why the Master Sparking fuck does every single otaku rom-com have to go like this? I could Apollo 13 the corporate goober that came up with the idea that every single promising series concerning itself with otaku culture has to get assraped by romance and drama after the second half. It ruined Haganai and Genshiken, and now this?
I started watching OreImo armed in my +5 Righteous Riot Gear of Furious Angry Rage, expecting it to be a steaming pile of Sora no Otoshimono with all the inane fanservice, otaku-pandering and wish-fulfillment that entails.
While that might seem to apply to many series, please recall that yours truly is a cranky, unwashed cheeto-beard who spends most of his time in a basement scratching his ass, crunching chips and watching anime meant for little girls. I'm the kind of hopeless loser that kind of series panders to, and even I'm disgusted.
Well, back on track.
What pants-on-head consumer-pandering nineball got the bright idea of pushing to make all these series take a screeching U-turn right after the middle of the season, I ask? There seems to be no rhyme or reason to it besides milking money out of emotionally stunted otaku manchildren who weep tears of canned oden every time their shriveled little hearts are confronted with something "oh so zaad".
(Sorry, LK.)
This pointless genre change is a long-standing thorn in the side of otaku-humor series. It's not a standalone problem as much as a persistent symptom of series decay. On my list of badness levels, this goes just below anime adaptations of eroge by Type-Moon.
(Of which there were only Fate/stay night and Fate/zero. Nothing else. Nothing else.)
Seitokai no Ichizon was bottled 1ups and time orbs to begin with. It overflowed with awesone from its every pore. Then came the second half of the series. Badly done, soul-achingly cliché second-rate single-heroine eroge romance/drama. I never watched the series through. I skimmed the last five episodes, and then I went into a dark corner and was zaad.
Haganai was genuinely funny for the first half, though it wore its nature as a wish-fulfillment series a bit more openly than most. That's fine; I'm no stranger to wish-fulfillment, though most of it takes place within my own head after witnessing Fate and Nanoha in a particularly intimate moment, heh heh. But just like everything else, it came to an end when the second half flipped straight into weepy drama. FUCK.
Genshiken stayed halfway good, but that's because it's Genshiken. However, it still suffered immensely from the genre flip-flop, going from a godly series to a Claymore-level one. (Not genre-wise; I'd love to see that, though.) Just like Claymore, I found myself skipping through episodes I didn't like. (And just like Claymore, it had a half-assed cop-out as an ending, though nowhere nearly as bad.)
I am angry. Holy inverted astrofuck, am I angry. Given the necessary sudden change in the laws of physics, I would launch a Starlight Breaker from my mouth towards those who slighted me so. The Excelion kind.
tirsdag den 12. juni 2012
I Am, Once Again, A Cabbage.
So, I am back.
Many things have changed. For example, I now go by Doctor Hello. (Following a recent chain of events involving a misread katakana and a hairy Japanese heavy-metal guitarist in crossplay, I am now also looking for opportunities to cement the handle "Pain Tree".)
Also, a new season has started. It is arguable whether it is good or not, let's leave it at that, shall we?
Many things, then, have also not changed. For example, my healthy and balanced lifestyle. Several thousand times a day, I move my fingers to type. Several dozen times a day, too, I move my arm to lift a can of energy drink. If that's not a high-tension lifestyle, I don't know what is. I still watch too much anime, drink too much soda and have bad hygiene problems. Why wash, shave or brush one's teeth when one can enjoy an exciting lifestyle grumbling in front of the laptop, sorting through RP notes, drinking flat discount Coke, eat Doritos and scratch one's ass? I have truly found the answer.
So, let's have a quick recap of the series I haven't reviewed yet this season. I'll keep it short and sweet, since I am in no way too lazy to write much more. Of course, I could keep it in my head, but...
Don't misunderstand me, okay? I'm not doing this for you or anything! I just happened to really want to write, so it's not like I really want you to read this.
Of course, if you want me to write, I guess I'll do it for you... *blush*
Well, now that the obligatory gag is over, let's go.
Haiyore! Nyaruko-san:
Well, since I'm basically in love with the concept and most of the gags, I'll start flaw-finding here.
While the show is entertaining, novel and often delectably unpredictable, Haiyore! Nyaruko-san has a few glaring flaws.
First off, the tendency to fall on its face. The long buildup to gags often leads to situations where the studio obviously thought the gag would come through better. There's a pervasive sense of "So, yeah, and now...?" going through many of the longer gags, which leads me to the next issue.
Bad pacing. I mean, really, really bad. The series has a tendency to inexplicably veer out of the territory it works best in - rapid-fire Cthulhu gags and jarring snaps into slightly creepy absurdity - to slow down for half an episode and fill the time with "plot". The reason I'm digging into the mass media bunker and dragging out the scare quotes is simple: These plot shifts, while probably meant to be absurd in their clichéd atrocity, instead come off as overacted, hammy and unneeded. If you're going to make a parody, be heavy-handed. You don't parody GaoGaiGar by just playing out a scene from the series. No, you lay it on thick and point out the absurdities (of which there are plenty) in order to make it rewarding for the people who get it and funny anyway for those who don't.
Well, when it keeps to its territory, Nyaruko-san is a good show.
Now then, just why the Master Sparking astrofuck couldn't it do that a bit more often? The "plot" is as unwelcome as Minatsuki would be in Hamtaro (though I'd actually like to see that, just for the fuck of it), and there's absolutely no reason why it should go there.
Many things have changed. For example, I now go by Doctor Hello. (Following a recent chain of events involving a misread katakana and a hairy Japanese heavy-metal guitarist in crossplay, I am now also looking for opportunities to cement the handle "Pain Tree".)
Also, a new season has started. It is arguable whether it is good or not, let's leave it at that, shall we?
Many things, then, have also not changed. For example, my healthy and balanced lifestyle. Several thousand times a day, I move my fingers to type. Several dozen times a day, too, I move my arm to lift a can of energy drink. If that's not a high-tension lifestyle, I don't know what is. I still watch too much anime, drink too much soda and have bad hygiene problems. Why wash, shave or brush one's teeth when one can enjoy an exciting lifestyle grumbling in front of the laptop, sorting through RP notes, drinking flat discount Coke, eat Doritos and scratch one's ass? I have truly found the answer.
So, let's have a quick recap of the series I haven't reviewed yet this season. I'll keep it short and sweet, since I am in no way too lazy to write much more. Of course, I could keep it in my head, but...
Don't misunderstand me, okay? I'm not doing this for you or anything! I just happened to really want to write, so it's not like I really want you to read this.
Of course, if you want me to write, I guess I'll do it for you... *blush*
Well, now that the obligatory gag is over, let's go.
Haiyore! Nyaruko-san:
Well, since I'm basically in love with the concept and most of the gags, I'll start flaw-finding here.
While the show is entertaining, novel and often delectably unpredictable, Haiyore! Nyaruko-san has a few glaring flaws.
First off, the tendency to fall on its face. The long buildup to gags often leads to situations where the studio obviously thought the gag would come through better. There's a pervasive sense of "So, yeah, and now...?" going through many of the longer gags, which leads me to the next issue.
Bad pacing. I mean, really, really bad. The series has a tendency to inexplicably veer out of the territory it works best in - rapid-fire Cthulhu gags and jarring snaps into slightly creepy absurdity - to slow down for half an episode and fill the time with "plot". The reason I'm digging into the mass media bunker and dragging out the scare quotes is simple: These plot shifts, while probably meant to be absurd in their clichéd atrocity, instead come off as overacted, hammy and unneeded. If you're going to make a parody, be heavy-handed. You don't parody GaoGaiGar by just playing out a scene from the series. No, you lay it on thick and point out the absurdities (of which there are plenty) in order to make it rewarding for the people who get it and funny anyway for those who don't.
Well, when it keeps to its territory, Nyaruko-san is a good show.
Now then, just why the Master Sparking astrofuck couldn't it do that a bit more often? The "plot" is as unwelcome as Minatsuki would be in Hamtaro (though I'd actually like to see that, just for the fuck of it), and there's absolutely no reason why it should go there.
mandag den 6. februar 2012
Spiritual Orgone Box
I'm busy for the time being with watching Ergo Proxy and exploring core.onion. Give me a bit of time; I'll soon be back with your weekly dose of lengthy blasphemies and use of "Master Spark" as an expletive.
No, no one cares about my reviews, do they?
No, no one cares about my reviews, do they?
tirsdag den 31. januar 2012
Oh God Why Internet
I just... oh God. I just... oh sweet Jesus baby-fucking Christ.
Holy fuck. Just... oh God, Internet. I hate you now, man. My eyes... my eyes will never be clean again.
ETERNAL BRIMSTONE-VOMITING LASER-LAUNCHING EVIL ANTI-JESUS IMPALED ON A POLE-MOUNTED DEMONIC CHAINSAW.
And I thought I'd seen bad things.
I'm not even gonna talk about this. I don't think my eyes, my soul or my karmic record will ever be clean again. To be more precise, I don't think they'll get any less than filth-encrusted and horribly ethically tainted.
I'm just gonna sit in a corner and try to forget about what happened. Maybe it'll work, and I won't have to remember it. Jesus, sweet Nega-Jesus.
Holy fuck. Just... oh God, Internet. I hate you now, man. My eyes... my eyes will never be clean again.
ETERNAL BRIMSTONE-VOMITING LASER-LAUNCHING EVIL ANTI-JESUS IMPALED ON A POLE-MOUNTED DEMONIC CHAINSAW.
And I thought I'd seen bad things.
I'm not even gonna talk about this. I don't think my eyes, my soul or my karmic record will ever be clean again. To be more precise, I don't think they'll get any less than filth-encrusted and horribly ethically tainted.
I'm just gonna sit in a corner and try to forget about what happened. Maybe it'll work, and I won't have to remember it. Jesus, sweet Nega-Jesus.
onsdag den 25. januar 2012
Inverted Black-Hole Spitting Anti-Jesus
In the name of aforementioned Cthulhoid deity, I've procrastinated for a long time.
I must regrettably say that I have nothing really constructive to write about, so brace for some random keyboard-mashing.
Another ep3: A doll's eye? O R'lyeh? Iä R'lyeh. Well, the series is building up, and it now seems quite unlikely that it will move into the Angel Beats! territory that I feared. For one, the dolls seem to be playing a pretty large role. For two, there seems to be a connection between the two Misakis, and the cousin explanation probably isn't true, as there are more than two decades between them, and both are in their teens. For Master Spark, no matter how cliché the "Keiichi Kouichi breathing heavily" scenes are, there's still plenty of awesome to make up for it. The series is moving in a direction I like, but that just means I'll blow a fuse even harder if it somehow manages to cock it up later in.
PapaKiki ep3: I had a quite hard time making my way through ep2. Like, Iwakasa's Moon Curse hard. No, even more than that. Lunatic Knock Out In Three Steps hard. It was so painful that I needed an entire full-length blog entry to vent. It was even worse than how the Claymore anime ended. Wait, no, it was more like the Tsukihime anime. As in, we don't even talk about it. On that note, wouldn't it be nice if they made a Tsukihime anime? They had some plans, but they got cancelled. They never made one. Capisce? They never made one.
Anyway, PapaKiki ep3. They somehow managed to get the thing standing again, impossible as it seemed. It added a drama element to the series that I'm not sure will work, but we'll have to wait and see. Anyhow, I don't really watch it as much as look through it - I leave the actual watching to a certain legendary loli-god with a pencil mustache.
I must regrettably say that I have nothing really constructive to write about, so brace for some random keyboard-mashing.
Another ep3: A doll's eye? O R'lyeh? Iä R'lyeh. Well, the series is building up, and it now seems quite unlikely that it will move into the Angel Beats! territory that I feared. For one, the dolls seem to be playing a pretty large role. For two, there seems to be a connection between the two Misakis, and the cousin explanation probably isn't true, as there are more than two decades between them, and both are in their teens. For Master Spark, no matter how cliché the "
PapaKiki ep3: I had a quite hard time making my way through ep2. Like, Iwakasa's Moon Curse hard. No, even more than that. Lunatic Knock Out In Three Steps hard. It was so painful that I needed an entire full-length blog entry to vent. It was even worse than how the Claymore anime ended. Wait, no, it was more like the Tsukihime anime. As in, we don't even talk about it. On that note, wouldn't it be nice if they made a Tsukihime anime? They had some plans, but they got cancelled. They never made one. Capisce? They never made one.
Anyway, PapaKiki ep3. They somehow managed to get the thing standing again, impossible as it seemed. It added a drama element to the series that I'm not sure will work, but we'll have to wait and see. Anyhow, I don't really watch it as much as look through it - I leave the actual watching to a certain legendary loli-god with a pencil mustache.
onsdag den 18. januar 2012
What Is This And Why Did It Happen
IN THE NAME OF THE ONE TRUE MASTER SPARK, WHAT WAS THIS SHIT.
Papa no Iukoto wo Kikinasai just raped itself with a pole-mounted metaphorical chainsaw from the depths of Hell.
Not only was that a totally uncalled for deus ex machina - the plot could perfectly well keep running convincingly if Yuuri and Shingo had taken their honeymoon, then come home, and then Yuuta could concievably have the girls over once in a while - but also, something as cliché as a plane crash reeks of plot device. To add insult to injury, the series places itself in a dilemma where it can either choose to become a drama series and basically make itself into Usagi Drop x3, or rape the corpse of psychological theory and shit down its throat. Kids like that aren't gonna be normal after an astrofucking plane crash that killed both their parents, and either the series has to become a drama to fit or waste all the basic correctness in child-psychological theory that made the first episode watchable. To add insult to insult to injury and then piss in the wound, the final quarter of the episode also shows an unbelievably butter-fingered handling of the very most basic law theory in existence. You don't sympathy yourself into parental rights, nor do you debate, shout or discuss your way into it. Parental rights are parental rights, and they go to rather specific people. One does not just decide, like the faceless relatives do, "The loli goes to me, the jailbait goes to that guy over there and the toddler goes to the man in the crew cut and pencil mustache over there". There's a reason lawsuits about that kind of thing drag on, fuckers. If somehow it has already been decided, then Yuuta's sympathy bomb isn't going to help. He'd have to file a lawsuit of astronomic proportions and hire a rather good lawyer, since his case is incredibly flimsy. He's a college student and hasn't known the girls for terribly long - the only thing he's got going for himself is that he was taking care of them at the time, an argument that would instantly be ignored as a pathetic attempt at pathos.
I AM ANGRY.
Papa no Iukoto wo Kikinasai just raped itself with a pole-mounted metaphorical chainsaw from the depths of Hell.
Not only was that a totally uncalled for deus ex machina - the plot could perfectly well keep running convincingly if Yuuri and Shingo had taken their honeymoon, then come home, and then Yuuta could concievably have the girls over once in a while - but also, something as cliché as a plane crash reeks of plot device. To add insult to injury, the series places itself in a dilemma where it can either choose to become a drama series and basically make itself into Usagi Drop x3, or rape the corpse of psychological theory and shit down its throat. Kids like that aren't gonna be normal after an astrofucking plane crash that killed both their parents, and either the series has to become a drama to fit or waste all the basic correctness in child-psychological theory that made the first episode watchable. To add insult to insult to injury and then piss in the wound, the final quarter of the episode also shows an unbelievably butter-fingered handling of the very most basic law theory in existence. You don't sympathy yourself into parental rights, nor do you debate, shout or discuss your way into it. Parental rights are parental rights, and they go to rather specific people. One does not just decide, like the faceless relatives do, "The loli goes to me, the jailbait goes to that guy over there and the toddler goes to the man in the crew cut and pencil mustache over there". There's a reason lawsuits about that kind of thing drag on, fuckers. If somehow it has already been decided, then Yuuta's sympathy bomb isn't going to help. He'd have to file a lawsuit of astronomic proportions and hire a rather good lawyer, since his case is incredibly flimsy. He's a college student and hasn't known the girls for terribly long - the only thing he's got going for himself is that he was taking care of them at the time, an argument that would instantly be ignored as a pathetic attempt at pathos.
I AM ANGRY.
lørdag den 14. januar 2012
I Should Be Sleeping
It's half past midnight, and I'm cooped up in a small, sweaty room with a pencil-moustached toddlercon wearing a plushie-sized Marisa hat. I'm sugar-crashing too, and I haven't gotten anything to eat but chips and Monster. So, instead of sleeping, of course I'll be writing about the thing I've been doing the most, third to watching Touhou PVs and playing eroge - Mouretsu Pirates.
Mouretsu Pirates: Pirates has the same kind of starting point as Symphogear: eye-wateringly horrible, coming off as Star Trek with schoolgirls. However, contrary to Nymphogear, which plummets into the unwatchable a couple of times each episode, Pirates manages to be perfect.
How does it do that, you might ask? By taking a 180 from what could have risked being a fuck-science-fuck-logic-we're-G-Gundam trainwreck of a plot (like Nymphogear happens to be moving towards) and instead focuses on the storytelling, the characters and the details of the universe, actually showing surprising knowledge of many things, such as zero gravity and practical as well as theoretic ballistics - yes, you can avoid a lot of recoil from a rifle if you fire it from the waist, Bonnie of Bonnie and Clyde fame fired a Browning Automatic from the waist. However, the weapons design is marred by a lens at the muzzle, ruining an otherwise reasonable explanation of the rifles being plasma weapons that generate the blowback by the force of the reaction and not as much the projectile itself... wait, I think I might be rambling. FYI, weapons and psychology are my logical sinkholes - all coherent discussion vanishes at the chance to discuss anti-material rifles or post-Jungian archetypal psychotherapy.
Back on track - Pirates also shows quite a bit of focus in avoiding clichés - no male main character, no missing father (he's already dead, he's already dead), no giant fucking mecha, nomecha for female-fronted shows that would break the illusion of mecha being manly powered armors, no cheaply constructed cardboard plots, and most importantly, it strikes a leisurely pace and introduces us to a universe with a past, yes, but also full of individual, interesting characters that aren't just a plot device. Mouretsu Pirates gives us a space opera with a lovingly constructed setting, interesting characters, a smooth presentation, great pacing, solid visuals and a huge load of fanservice for us sci-fi/weapons geeks out there.
90/100. Go for it, goddammit. Why the Master Sparking fuck would you refuse?
Mouretsu Pirates: Pirates has the same kind of starting point as Symphogear: eye-wateringly horrible, coming off as Star Trek with schoolgirls. However, contrary to Nymphogear, which plummets into the unwatchable a couple of times each episode, Pirates manages to be perfect.
How does it do that, you might ask? By taking a 180 from what could have risked being a fuck-science-fuck-logic-we're-G-Gundam trainwreck of a plot (like Nymphogear happens to be moving towards) and instead focuses on the storytelling, the characters and the details of the universe, actually showing surprising knowledge of many things, such as zero gravity and practical as well as theoretic ballistics - yes, you can avoid a lot of recoil from a rifle if you fire it from the waist, Bonnie of Bonnie and Clyde fame fired a Browning Automatic from the waist. However, the weapons design is marred by a lens at the muzzle, ruining an otherwise reasonable explanation of the rifles being plasma weapons that generate the blowback by the force of the reaction and not as much the projectile itself... wait, I think I might be rambling. FYI, weapons and psychology are my logical sinkholes - all coherent discussion vanishes at the chance to discuss anti-material rifles or post-Jungian archetypal psychotherapy.
Back on track - Pirates also shows quite a bit of focus in avoiding clichés - no male main character, no missing father (he's already dead, he's already dead), no giant fucking mecha, no
90/100. Go for it, goddammit. Why the Master Sparking fuck would you refuse?
fredag den 13. januar 2012
What The Fuck Symphogear
I honestly don't even.
Senki Zessho Symphogear: How this works, I don't even. The concept is lamentably terrible, the character designs are wonky, the music is misplaced and obtrusive, the plot makes no sense whatsoever and no explanations whatsoever are given.
YET IT IS STILL GOOD.
Why, I honestly do not know. Maybe it's the fact that it's shaping up to be a bit darker than your averagemecha powered-armor series, the fact that Tsubasa is actually a pretty novel character, or that Hibiki is doom'd by canon. Maybe it's that the series seems to be aware of its clichés, or maybe it's just that I like pulp flicks once in a while. Hey, here's the man who watched Blood-C and has begun on Ga-Rei: Zero and Shikabane Hime. Anyfuck, I cannot explain why I like Symphogear. It should be shit, but it's not.
Actually, it's still shit, but somehow, it manages to still be good. I think that I might be watching this for the same reason B-movies even have a market share, but there's a niggling feeling somewhere in me that tells me that I may actually honestly like it. I don't like that feeling.
75/100 - when it's at its best. Often - twice or thrice per episode - Symphogear takes a headfirst dive into so bad territory it's not even funny anymore. At its worst, my subconscious wakes up and groggily asks my mind what the royal Master Sparking astrofuck it's doing watching G Gundam AMVs with bad J-pop backing, and my mind doesn't have a believable answer. At those times, I wonder why I'm even watching something that makes my soul hurt - those times are the 15/100 times.
Senki Zessho Symphogear: How this works, I don't even. The concept is lamentably terrible, the character designs are wonky, the music is misplaced and obtrusive, the plot makes no sense whatsoever and no explanations whatsoever are given.
YET IT IS STILL GOOD.
Why, I honestly do not know. Maybe it's the fact that it's shaping up to be a bit darker than your average
Actually, it's still shit, but somehow, it manages to still be good. I think that I might be watching this for the same reason B-movies even have a market share, but there's a niggling feeling somewhere in me that tells me that I may actually honestly like it. I don't like that feeling.
75/100 - when it's at its best. Often - twice or thrice per episode - Symphogear takes a headfirst dive into so bad territory it's not even funny anymore. At its worst, my subconscious wakes up and groggily asks my mind what the royal Master Sparking astrofuck it's doing watching G Gundam AMVs with bad J-pop backing, and my mind doesn't have a believable answer. At those times, I wonder why I'm even watching something that makes my soul hurt - those times are the 15/100 times.
torsdag den 12. januar 2012
What Am I Doing
Seems like I've actually started to take updating this thing seriously. Well, let's enjoy it while it lasts.
Kill Me Baby: We're lucky to have a series this season that can actually do slice-of-life without also aiming to HNNNNNNNGG all the viewers (and usually failing). Kill Me Baby actually happens to be novel, managing to do high-school-girl comedy without the tooth-eroding one-dimensional moe-moe that's been the plague of the genre for as long as it's existed. It's not consistently funny, but who cares - it's funny in places, and if nothing else, it's a diversion from the fact that, for some arcane reason best known to Nyarlathotep and his interdimensional spawn, I somehow feel that Sonya and Yasuna are similar to Miyako and Yuno. No, you shouldn't be asking me why, because I don't know. However, Kill Me Baby definitely knows how to overstay its welcome. Each episode is the normal 24 minutes, but with a sketch-based show like this, such a format drives all but the most hardened viewer over the edge. But while it would have been better as a 8-minute show, then we at least get more of the series to watch with 24-minute episodes.
60/100 - give it a 85/100 if you were desperately looking for a slice-of life joshikousei comedy without endangering your teeth and heart. Who knows, I myself might have rated it higher if I'd watched it in bite-size portions.
Kill Me Baby: We're lucky to have a series this season that can actually do slice-of-life without also aiming to HNNNNNNNGG all the viewers (and usually failing). Kill Me Baby actually happens to be novel, managing to do high-school-girl comedy without the tooth-eroding one-dimensional moe-moe that's been the plague of the genre for as long as it's existed. It's not consistently funny, but who cares - it's funny in places, and if nothing else, it's a diversion from the fact that, for some arcane reason best known to Nyarlathotep and his interdimensional spawn, I somehow feel that Sonya and Yasuna are similar to Miyako and Yuno. No, you shouldn't be asking me why, because I don't know. However, Kill Me Baby definitely knows how to overstay its welcome. Each episode is the normal 24 minutes, but with a sketch-based show like this, such a format drives all but the most hardened viewer over the edge. But while it would have been better as a 8-minute show, then we at least get more of the series to watch with 24-minute episodes.
60/100 - give it a 85/100 if you were desperately looking for a slice-of life joshikousei comedy without endangering your teeth and heart. Who knows, I myself might have rated it higher if I'd watched it in bite-size portions.
I Am A Cabbage
As the huge weeaboo fuck I am, I accidentally wrote "Mouretsu Kaizoku" in my last entry instead of the official "Mouretsu Pirates", thus retranslating a loanword and being a huge wanker.
Find it in your heart to forgive me.
To make this entry worthwhile, a review.
Another: Another tries too hard to be scary, has a bland main character and an infuriatingly slow pace. Also, Mei is clichéd beyond all logical comprehension.
There, I said everything bad there is to say about Another. Everything else is perfect - the visuals are stunning, the design of Yomiyama town is chilling, the atmosphere (though at times forced) is eerie, the music is haunting and the plot shows promise.
Yes, I said that. I'm at least allowed to hope that instead of continuing on with a bland, clichéd plot (Kouichi begins cooperating with Mei to let her pass on, develops a slight romance with her, finds a bigger evil than her and basically becomes the Otonashi to her Kanade, turning the series into Angel Beats!, complete with high school), the studio will take advantage of the blank slate to expand upon the plot in an engaging and novel way. All in all, Another is in my opinion the most promising series of the season aside Mouretsu Pirates, but maybe it's just because I have a huge hard-on for the visuals.
90/100.
Coming next (at some unspecified point in the near, far or distant future, as well as in the past, if I get my Hououin Kyouma laugh right):
Kill Me Baby: novel, entertaining and mercifully devoid of fluff, but drags on like an Eva analyst at a pop-psychology seminar.
Mouretsu Pirates: takes a horrible, painfully clichéd space-opera plot, mixes it with an even more clichéd mysterious-past school plot complete with Akemi Homura clone, and comes out with something delicious, promising and incredibly entertaining.
Danshi Koukousei: Maybe it's just my kind of humor, but I find this hysterically funny. It manages to do otaku humor without only relying on references, off-color humor without being Mitsudomoe and pure sitcom humor without being... well, a sitcom.
Symphogear: The concept is eardrum-implodingly lamentable, something between The Idolmaster and G Gundam. The characters are well-worn, if not cliché, and the designs are kinda off. But it all comes together in a huge storm of awesome, and I'm looking forward to seeing how it works out.
Find it in your heart to forgive me.
To make this entry worthwhile, a review.
Another: Another tries too hard to be scary, has a bland main character and an infuriatingly slow pace. Also, Mei is clichéd beyond all logical comprehension.
There, I said everything bad there is to say about Another. Everything else is perfect - the visuals are stunning, the design of Yomiyama town is chilling, the atmosphere (though at times forced) is eerie, the music is haunting and the plot shows promise.
Yes, I said that. I'm at least allowed to hope that instead of continuing on with a bland, clichéd plot (Kouichi begins cooperating with Mei to let her pass on, develops a slight romance with her, finds a bigger evil than her and basically becomes the Otonashi to her Kanade, turning the series into Angel Beats!, complete with high school), the studio will take advantage of the blank slate to expand upon the plot in an engaging and novel way. All in all, Another is in my opinion the most promising series of the season aside Mouretsu Pirates, but maybe it's just because I have a huge hard-on for the visuals.
90/100.
Coming next (at some unspecified point in the near, far or distant future, as well as in the past, if I get my Hououin Kyouma laugh right):
Kill Me Baby: novel, entertaining and mercifully devoid of fluff, but drags on like an Eva analyst at a pop-psychology seminar.
Mouretsu Pirates: takes a horrible, painfully clichéd space-opera plot, mixes it with an even more clichéd mysterious-past school plot complete with Akemi Homura clone, and comes out with something delicious, promising and incredibly entertaining.
Danshi Koukousei: Maybe it's just my kind of humor, but I find this hysterically funny. It manages to do otaku humor without only relying on references, off-color humor without being Mitsudomoe and pure sitcom humor without being... well, a sitcom.
Symphogear: The concept is eardrum-implodingly lamentable, something between The Idolmaster and G Gundam. The characters are well-worn, if not cliché, and the designs are kinda off. But it all comes together in a huge storm of awesome, and I'm looking forward to seeing how it works out.
onsdag den 11. januar 2012
Reporting in after an unexplained b&
So, I'm LBM. Also known as Eresh, Ereshkigaal or The Man Who Searches.
Ages ago, my other blog, Mental Fire Axe, disappeared without a trace. I suspect it was baleeted for a rather vitriolic rant about the undesirables in the Eva fandom, a truly grandiose editorial containing the word "faggot" in all its derivatives about ten times and "fuck" a grand total of twenty-five times.
Now, though, it's time for the main attraction.
Loli B-Movie's Winter 2012 Anime Review (and Reviewer Review).
See, I was on ANN, and those fagtrains ticked me off with their reviews. From reading those, I think I've gotten an insight into a few trends in the reviewer community, which are as follows.
1.) The Vitriolic Steamroller From Hell:
Tried and true. "Everything's shit, the animation is shit, the plots are shit, the characters are shit, the whole season sucks. AVI pls." It's gotten a bit old lately, though, since even the tards who used to post this kind of shit are starting to change to another style.
2.) My Precious:
"The new season is shit. Except this one show, which is perfect. Why? It is because it is, and I will tolerate no arguments and uphold that my taste is the universal denominator, even in the face of educated arguments." Way too common - reviewers seem to think that they won't be blamed for bashing a season if they hook themselves onto their delicious little precious and praise it to the skies.
3.) The Sage:
A more erudite version of 1.), which is starting to see a lot of use by reviewers who want to seem mature. "Everything is shit, but it's shit because of some obscure detail in the animation or characterization that only I can see, and if you watch it anyway, you are an atavistic, slope-browed Australopithecus philistine and unfit to carry on the human race." Used by the same pretentious twatsacks who claim to have understood Eva better than anyone. Yeah, if you did, congrats. You are now just as insane as Anno during his bad periods, and in the same fashion at that.
And now, I will review. It'll be short and sweet, and it's not because I'm a lazy faggot.
Papa no Iukoto wo Kikinasai!:
Another series that gets a lot of flak from oversensitive people. Expecting the first episode to be a loli series, I downloaded it with a smirk on my face, hoping that it had gone the same way as High School DxD and gotten permission to show nipples on national TV. Oh, how wrong I was.
Yes, it's light-hearted. Yes, there's loli. But unlike most other shows of its kind, it has a great deal of respect for established psychological theory. Not only are cousin crushes common in childhood, but in a case where it's an older brother figure who is not related by blood, they're almost unavoidable. Yuuta's sister is presented as just as flaky and dangerously irresponsible as one would have to be to pull off a ploy like the premise, and yes, in the real world, young girls tend to get shamelessly physical. Ask the guy with a 8-year-old niece who will gleefully perform a full-body pajama-clad tackle on his upper body, dangerously close to his face.
All in all, though the premise might be weak, the show avoids the catastrophic pitfalls other shows of its ilk tend to make. Seriously, I've seen plot summaries that would make Freud rotate in his grave. Respect for basic psychosexual tenets isn't something you see often.
70/100. Take it down to 50/100 if you don't happen to be a psychology student, and 10/100 if the whole setting gives you the creeps - but let me tell you, it's not as creepy as it sounds.
High School DxD: Dammit, that's a lot of boobs. Fanservice aside, DxD avoids many of the weaknesses of the harem genre, most noticeably the blank protagonist. Hyoudou is not a blank surface ready for some seriously creepy wish-fulfillment self-projection - in fact, he's thoroughly unpleasant and steers the series out of pandering to fantasies. The supernatural parts might be cliche, but at least they're well done - I actually found myself liking the episode every time the screen wasn't filled with Rias' huge fucking tits.
75/100 - treat this as a 40/100 if you hate fanservice.
Symphogear and Another up next, along with Mouretsu Kaizoku and High School Boys, if I get to it.
Ages ago, my other blog, Mental Fire Axe, disappeared without a trace. I suspect it was baleeted for a rather vitriolic rant about the undesirables in the Eva fandom, a truly grandiose editorial containing the word "faggot" in all its derivatives about ten times and "fuck" a grand total of twenty-five times.
Now, though, it's time for the main attraction.
Loli B-Movie's Winter 2012 Anime Review (and Reviewer Review).
See, I was on ANN, and those fagtrains ticked me off with their reviews. From reading those, I think I've gotten an insight into a few trends in the reviewer community, which are as follows.
1.) The Vitriolic Steamroller From Hell:
Tried and true. "Everything's shit, the animation is shit, the plots are shit, the characters are shit, the whole season sucks. AVI pls." It's gotten a bit old lately, though, since even the tards who used to post this kind of shit are starting to change to another style.
2.) My Precious:
"The new season is shit. Except this one show, which is perfect. Why? It is because it is, and I will tolerate no arguments and uphold that my taste is the universal denominator, even in the face of educated arguments." Way too common - reviewers seem to think that they won't be blamed for bashing a season if they hook themselves onto their delicious little precious and praise it to the skies.
3.) The Sage:
A more erudite version of 1.), which is starting to see a lot of use by reviewers who want to seem mature. "Everything is shit, but it's shit because of some obscure detail in the animation or characterization that only I can see, and if you watch it anyway, you are an atavistic, slope-browed Australopithecus philistine and unfit to carry on the human race." Used by the same pretentious twatsacks who claim to have understood Eva better than anyone. Yeah, if you did, congrats. You are now just as insane as Anno during his bad periods, and in the same fashion at that.
And now, I will review. It'll be short and sweet, and it's not because I'm a lazy faggot.
Papa no Iukoto wo Kikinasai!:
Another series that gets a lot of flak from oversensitive people. Expecting the first episode to be a loli series, I downloaded it with a smirk on my face, hoping that it had gone the same way as High School DxD and gotten permission to show nipples on national TV. Oh, how wrong I was.
Yes, it's light-hearted. Yes, there's loli. But unlike most other shows of its kind, it has a great deal of respect for established psychological theory. Not only are cousin crushes common in childhood, but in a case where it's an older brother figure who is not related by blood, they're almost unavoidable. Yuuta's sister is presented as just as flaky and dangerously irresponsible as one would have to be to pull off a ploy like the premise, and yes, in the real world, young girls tend to get shamelessly physical. Ask the guy with a 8-year-old niece who will gleefully perform a full-body pajama-clad tackle on his upper body, dangerously close to his face.
All in all, though the premise might be weak, the show avoids the catastrophic pitfalls other shows of its ilk tend to make. Seriously, I've seen plot summaries that would make Freud rotate in his grave. Respect for basic psychosexual tenets isn't something you see often.
70/100. Take it down to 50/100 if you don't happen to be a psychology student, and 10/100 if the whole setting gives you the creeps - but let me tell you, it's not as creepy as it sounds.
High School DxD: Dammit, that's a lot of boobs. Fanservice aside, DxD avoids many of the weaknesses of the harem genre, most noticeably the blank protagonist. Hyoudou is not a blank surface ready for some seriously creepy wish-fulfillment self-projection - in fact, he's thoroughly unpleasant and steers the series out of pandering to fantasies. The supernatural parts might be cliche, but at least they're well done - I actually found myself liking the episode every time the screen wasn't filled with Rias' huge fucking tits.
75/100 - treat this as a 40/100 if you hate fanservice.
Symphogear and Another up next, along with Mouretsu Kaizoku and High School Boys, if I get to it.
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