WATATEN!: an Angel Flew Down to Me – Episode 1
“Lesbian pedophiles” has only barely become an established subgenre, and I’m already running out of energy for this shit.
“Lesbian pedophiles” has only barely become an established subgenre, and I’m already running out of energy for this shit.
The incredibly bleak undertones of this first episode don’t feel a bit out of place in 2019, and I’m excited to see what new ideas the crew will bring to such a well-known property. This might end up being a sleeper hit of the season.
No source material is impossible to make into a good anime, but mobile games come with a distinctive set of challenges. This one seems to suffer from a good chunk of the same issues.
I think I’m picking up what this series is putting down, but it’s a little bit hard to tell when this first episode is essentially a lengthy prologue.
This show seems designed to appeal to a roughly middle-grade audience, painting its battle of good and evil in broad strokes along familiar emotional beats and centering on a strong familial bond.
Picturing the face of the Netflix acquisitions team as they realized they’d paid their usual exorbitant sum of money not for another Devilman Crybaby or Aggretsuko or even Kakegurui, but a poorly paced, fugly wreck that would embarrass itself on JibJab circa 2004… well, that mental image really got me through this, the longest 23 minutes of my life.
While the romance between Sailors Uranus and Neptune has rightfully earned praise,Sailor Moon’s other explicitly queer relationship gets little notice. And that’s a shame, because Zoisite and Kunzite were remarkably progressive compared to both their contemporaries and what had come before.
Didn’t Hell used to be edgy? Like, at least a little bit?
Shows like GOBLIN SLAYER and UzaMaid! clearly had talent and budget wasted on them, but My Sister, My Writer doesn’t even try.
I think I can pretty confidently say that if the “cute girls do stuff” genre is your thing, this has a few obvious points in its favor.
GOBLIN SLAYER, putting aside its repugnant content, is a brainless copycat loudly braying about its cleverness despite being incapable of a single original thought.
We’ve struck gold, people: this is a soothing, goofy comedy with an absolutely precious little romance at its center.
While well-written, consensual BL series languish in obscurity, an ever-oncoming march of butt-ugly pretenders to Junjo Romantica’s dubious throne make their way to animation every year. It is, to put it mildly, depressing.
Never mind the zombie idols—this is the true horror show of the season.
Bloom Into You’s premiere has all the makings of a solid romantic melodrama—but those coming in with expectations of explicit asexual or aromantic representation may find themselves disappointed.
I have no idea if ZOMBIE LAND SAGA is good. But it has my attention—whether that’s because it’s a unique gem or because it’s very loud remains to be seen.
There’s the germ of an interesting show in Bunny Girl Senpai, but it’s undermined by its insufferably smug protagonist and tone.
Do y’all remember the 90s? More specifically, the “Grrl Power” movement that suffused a lot of western (particularly American) media at the time? That’s an anime now.
A somewhat disorienting but still reasonably engaging sci-fantasy series that I’m willing to give a few more episodes to hook me.
If the purpose of an opening scene is to put a series’ best foot forward, then Forest of Piano is a bit more second-stringer than prima ballerina.