I haven’t really paid much attention to that PreCure thing. I watched a few episodes of the first season back when it first aired. I kinda dug the wire-fu fights, and the two lead girls had fairly iconic looks to them, but it didn’t really click with me enough to keep watching. Updatedude got me to watch the first team-up movie, where all the PreCure girls from previous series teamed up to do their thing against a mutual foe. Again, it was amusing enough, but it didn’t leave much of an impression.
Yeah man, I kinda like Tamako Market. Kinda. Sorta. I’m bothered by the coldly calculated moeness of it all. This shit’s Illuminati-level in its intricacy. Clandestine meetings were held to determine every arm movement, footstep, and facial tic of these girls. It’s frightening in its detail– as if these guys know every button to push in a certain crowd and revel in their puppet mastery.
Despite that, yeah, I kinda like this show.
Good things aren’t supposed to happen to horrible, despicable people like me, right? Then why is it that someone went and licensed my all-time favorite, never-gonna-get-a-proper-US-release anime TV series? I’m not supposed to be rewarded like this. My worldview can’t handle such a shocking development.
I think it’s awesome and everything that we got a Polar Bear Cafe fighting game. I love the anime. I love fighting games. With the mixture of character types you’d think this would be an awesome combination, but the damn thing’s totally broken. They skewed way too close to anime accuracy if you ask me.
Cuticle Detective Inaba has a villainous goat mobster who eats high-denomination currency and regurgitates counterfeit bills no one would mistake for proper money.
Clearly this is a criticism of the modern world economy.