ToraDora! #25 — Clawing Out of the Wreckage
March 25th, 2009
Well, at least it wasn’t into more wreckage.
Impressions:
*sigh* What are we going to do with you, ToraDora? After completely blowing the climax last episode, I’m not even sure how or where they should be going on this point. On one hand, I’m glad that they wrapped up the really stupid Yasuko subplot within the first 4 minutes, but on the other hand, that just drove home how trivial and totally machinated it was in the scheme of things. If they had spent more than a grand total of 7 minutes on it, I’m sure it would have at least felt at least somewhat more fitting instead of shoehorned in at the last minute. They could have seriously skipped it entirely and we wouldn’t have lost anything except a ponytail scrunchy.
The Taiga/Ryuuji makeout scene also made me laugh instead of feeling whatever warm and bubbly feeling it was supposed to represent, probably because we already passed that revelation. First a little quick unromantic peck. Then another. Then a round a tonsil hockey more fitting for low end pornography or the backseat of a prom limo. I’m pretty sure it progressed from there to a bout of fumbling OCD Ryuuji/clumsy Taiga sex pan up and fade to white.
Well, whatever. It was about as good as they could have done given the absolute disaster of the previous episode. The music was especially nice through the episode and very fitting for the ritalin they apparently pumped into the water for the cast. Then again, I think the only way they could have made things worse was by announcing that Yasuko was pregnant with Inko’s baby. Although… nah… it’d never work. Where would they get enough burlap?
Also… holy crap, that looks painful.
Final thoughts at the bottom.
Final Thoughts:
ToraDora really excelled at the first 1/2 of stories. It introduced likeable characters who were long on charm and confident in their interactions. Unfortunately, it was by and large terrible at leveraging that into decent stories. It hit its peak around the beach episodes, and after that everything got drowned in a sea of angst. All the charm and confidence was replaced by sad girls (and yes, I’m including Kitamura as a girl) being sad. Some characters didn’t even have a particular story or even resolution attached to them. Ami just did some freeform goth poetry at Ryuuji for a bit and that was the end of that.
Even that could have been forgiveable if they hadn’t flubbed the big moment. The confession/first kiss/balcony scene is the big payoff, the final solution, the money shot of a romantic story. It is supposed to be when all those pent up feelings that they’ve gently attempted to stroke and caress out of you for the past 20 episodes well up and then burst out in a sticky blubbering emotional wetness all over a very poorly conceived metaphor. Instead, it was distracted by a subplot created and brought to its conclusion over less than the length of a single episode and destroyed even further by skipping the pink hearts, soft music, and tender looks for a business-like proposal devoid of even the ugliest cherub tooting a bent horn. The sudden understated marriage is practicually a standard joke in comedies, not as the big romantic moment.
So where does that leave us? Production was rather haphazard throughout, although the music (aside from Silky Heart) was consistently good, the ending was rushed and rather painful, and naked Kitamura flopping onto Ryuuji is probably the lasting image I’ll have of the final episode. Shame on you all for doubting the proper Kitamura ending… AT ANY COST. If they had managed to keep the charm of the first half of the series, then this would have turned out so much better. Unfortunately, every character became an introvert and lost all that confidence that made them fun to watch in the first place, and all we got for it was… well… a half naked Kitamura. Not something you want to take to the bank, even in Amsterdam. It all depends on whether or not you believe that the inertia of the first half is enough to outweigh the endless angst and hamhanded writing of the second. C’est la vie.
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Excellent.