They eat cake and give each other oh-so cute nicknames, all of which consist of adding some adorable suffix to someone’s name. Trifecta yawn.
They reenact a scene from First Blood, the first Rambo movie that most people mistakenly called Rambo 1, but they didn’t start using Rambo in the title until the first sequel so get it straight peeps. No yawn here. That there’s a bonafide awesome.
The 80s were a strange time to be alive. Crime was rampant. Mohawked punks roamed the streets, assaulting anyone who got in their way. To get to work, you had to wade through neighborhoods that resembled a side scrolling video game level. Everyone had to have a vengeance-based motive to even get out of the house. I had to have several relatives get the axe just to have the motivation to walk down the street to elementary school.
But those roaming bands of hooligans gotta grow up sometime. Can’t be a low-level mook out on the streets forever. You gotta get a job and become a part of the system you so wanted to beat up during your youth. That’s the world Sparrow’s Hotel exists in– a world where all those outdated punks became salarymen, yet kept their mob mentality.
OK, so Flowers of Evil might be a little better, but whatever. Calling Namiuchigiwa no Muromi-san the second best anime of the spring just doesn’t have the same ring to it, and it won’t piss off nearly as many people. Yeah man, that anime about fucking mermaids is awesome and stuff.