DarliFra flips the script on the historically hexed number thirteen, re-finding the dark and macabre path it meandered from after episode five.
The AniMessenger swoops into the scene, vanquishing the villains who would wrest the Hero Academia from his mitts. The Hero Academia belongs to me. My Hero Academia!
Every otaku must eventually make a choice: A) watch a Gundam anime, B) build a Gunpla model, or C) watch a Gundam anime about building Gunpla models. Gundam Build Divers exists for all the C-pickers.
“If you place your hopes in anything, they will be betrayed. Promises will go unfulfilled, and faith will be let down”–Mitsuru’s words–a reflection of this reviewer’s experience with the show.
Imagine, if you can, a world where the name Dragon Ball meant nothing more to the average Westerner than a crass euphemism for lizard testicles.
What follows a “Final” Transformation in Dragon Ball? A stare down. And commentary. “Ah, so that’s Ultra Instinct!”, “Well, we’ll see how he does against Full Power Jiren!”, “I wonder how this battle will conclude?”–thank you, minor characters, for tapping into the hive-mind and saving us from original thought!
DarliFra resumes the tour of its ensemble cast, this time highlighting Zorome, the baby-brained brat. Code Name 666–a moniker chosen by Papa for the hellish torment his loud-mouthed antics inflict on even the most resilient minds.
“By following your gaze, your forecasts are always simple and accurate” Goro narrates while leering at Ichigo through a window. Can anyone verify the validity of this statement? Does gazing at an attractive body ensure the gazer’s relationship success? Unwittingly, the writers’ focus on Goro’s “male gaze” submits the episode to analysis via Laura Mulvey’s “Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema.”
The hip-hoppin’, klaxosaur stompin’ action barrels ahead without foreplay. This time the klaxos throw down the gauntlet–can the Stamens control their erections as clothes-eating-splooge rains down on their pistils?
The writers have yet to strike a consistent tone. The artistic heights of episode five now seem a faint memory–a nagging reminder of the show’s oft-squandered potential.