My Little Whatever Can’t Finally Be Over #12 — Thank God
December 19th, 2010
I’m pretending like the DVD specials don’t exist.
Impressions:
You know what screams last episode? Introducing a new character and shoehorned drama that lasts all of 3 minutes. Literally "I’m going to America, wait, no I’m not." Thanks, AIC. You have successfully managed to keep this show bad to the very end. Kirino acts nice for a little bit, but actually is just trying to make Kyousuke go out in the middle of the night to buy her porn about sisters sniffing their brother’s underwear. Stay classy. Then the aforementioned drama in the world’s most soundproof room and bob’s your uncle.
Don’t forget Kuroneko calling Kirino at around midnight to ask for her head measurements either. I think AIC forgot how time works. That and they needed to cram in another 90 seconds of show and fulfill their weekly two minutes of phone conversation quota for the show. Then since it’s the last episode, the aforementioned drama and end with a montage. Great. Another completely soulless episode in the bag. And AIC runs off to the titty bar to do bourbon shots of a belly dancer named Bruno.
Final thoughts at the bottom.
Final Impressions:
This was a pretty awful show from start to finish. I’m not sure anymore if I made the right choice rejecting Arakawa for it. It rarely even got so bad that it was fun to mock and AIC clearly was not giving it any production attention either. Being poorly slapped together with barely mediocre direction and truly godawful music didn’t even make this a technically competent affair. Yes, I’m aware the musical director is like, on death’s door, but the point stands. Even if he composed bad techno for dramatic scenes, I’m putting the blame on everybody else for actually using it.
That just leaves the writing to carry it. Ha. A vapid set of cliches and nonsense if ever there was one. She’s a struggling fanfiction writer, now she’s the writer for a multimillion dollar anime, now we’re never going to mention any of it ever again. That doesn’t even touch on the characters either, who are so wooden and transparently cloying that the show is practically a character study in pandering and wish fulfillment. Even that would be forgivable if the characters were interesting or fun instead of mostly giant spineless amoebas and intolerable brats. The few characters that were standable were subjugated into the cheerleader squad for the brat without any actual reason.
I’ll never understand why anybody thinks highly of this. Probably pre-season emotional investment. The show is little more than poorly constructed pandering with few, if any, redeeming qualities. My only hope for this show is that if Overrun is any indication of show quality vs DVD special quality from AIC, these DVD specials are going to be masterpieces.
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This show gave me cancer.