I know the moment the episode began, all of you were focusing on the familial threesome. Don’t lie. You did. There was nowhere else to focus on. Even if you were a fundamentalist who whipped themselves every time the mere thought of sex occurs, you were focusing on this scene. But this scene offers more than Ragyo’s chin in Ryuko’s ass. Throughout the show, you have seen how any sort of affection Ragyo gives to her children has to be…
[EDITOR’S NOTE: Due to circumstances involving a certain “Last One Until He Makes Another One”-movie, Marquis is unavailable to provide this week’s installment. Happily EclecticDude volunteered his time to act as substitute.] So, we have entered the endgame at this point, or at least we have been since the end of episode 18 and its fantastic twist. Ryuuko has finally reached the point of no return, which is evident in the fact that Mako’s tension breaking goofy moment doesn’t diminish…
In 1968, writer Ikki Kajiwara (or whatever his real name is) and artist Chiba Tetsuya teamed up to create one of the most influential and critically-acclaimed manga of all time. It was a gritty, and at times surprisingly dark, manga about a young man from the slums who slowly rises to fame in Japan as he pursues a career in boxing. The story itself sounds basic enough from that description, which unfortunately does it absolutely no justice since what you…
I could swear that the Covers agents are basically the D-Reaper entities but in nice suits. They even have the cord that connects them to the main source. So like the D-Reaper, I’m theorizing that the Life Fibers are like an Old One, in that its terms and morals cannot be comprehended by normal man. Mankind may try to mold life fibers into something palatable like clothing, but that’s only superficial recognition to the monstrous guise beneath. They’re living suits…
I’m finding the process for this article to be harder than usual, because I just couldn’t stop smiling from the beginning to end of this episode. It left me in a trance because of how amazing all twenty-four minutes of it was. Harime gets the shit slapped out of her. Satsuki reveals where her true ambitions lie. And on top of it all, Ryuko gets a heart-wrenching reunion with her mother. It all feels like payoff from start to finish…
War has been declared. Sides have been shattered. Dresses have been ripped. Truly, we are at the breaking point. This episode is like a pinwheel that rips the sky with glorious hellfire. And I was expecting a breather with the cultural festival hook. But instead, I get Trigger’s version of the Eclipse (which will probably have that title taken by the eventual penultimate episode). What’s a better way to show your villain means business than a mass human sacrifice? Ragyo…
On this episode, we discuss incest and aliens, but mostly incest. Of course in the big reveal episode, Trigger adds in that scene just to further mess with your mind. No matter what Aikuro said would have taken your mind off of that scene. He could have said that he was Ryuko’s mom and given the full genetic proof, but you people would still be focused on Ragyo feeling up her daughter. Not to undermine anyone or anything, because that’s…
Audience reactions to Space Dandy so far appear to either be “wow, this is really fun!” or “what the hell is this shit?” with almost no middle ground. What both groups can seemingly agree on, however, is that it’s incredibly stupid and doesn’t try to be anything more than an explosion of awesome animation and music. And I’m just the tasteless moron to voice my dissenting opinion on the matter. Now, I’m not saying Space Dandy‘s writing is on the…
First off, I want to discuss the concept of writing a story without planning, with thinking up plot points at the last minute. With the revelation that the field trip was actually a ploy to draw Nudist Beach out, there are valid reasons for liking and disliking this. To some people, it comes off as a drastic shift, like hearing a guy making up a story about how his car got totaled. It’s a bit sketchy as far as storytelling…
“We wanna’ be free! We wanna’ be free to do what we wanna’ do! And we wanna’ get loaded! And we wanna’ have a good time!” — People who had a horrible time They say ignorance is bliss. And shit, they’re right, man. I knew that fuckin’ ignorance once. I felt the cool waves of shallow unknowing wash over my prick and scrotum like so much fuckin’ nasal blood after a particularly nasty nude cocaine binge. The realization hit me…