Scalpelexis

A.k.a. how one military cross-country was filmed to perfection. I specifically highlight the word "filmed" because the alpha and omega of the whole thing is Roger Deakins' fantastic camera, which doesn't flinch from anything. The illusion that this is one continuous drawn-out scene works flawlessly, and I enjoyed the limited personal space of the characters around whom the camera swirled, did somersaults, crawled, never farther than half a meter away. I felt unsettled, now and then apprehensive, as if I were experiencing it myself alongside them. The opening sequence in the trenches in particular is pure stress, while the epic final run is a feast for the eyes. But that’s it for praise from me, because the film is incapable of offering anything more, nor can in this format. It's just and exhibition of cinematic technical craftsmanship where the story is pure grey, there's no room for more varied acting, the script is OK, and the inability to rate the man in the lead in any way worries me to the point of being disturbing. I was left wanting more of a powerful bombshell at the end that would highlighting the importance of the moment and the mission. All of that was sadly lacking for me. A better 3 stars.

As already covered by Larky, this anime failed to play any of its aces for a win. The beginning is incredibly overdone, full of grandiose catchphrases about sex, virgins, and asses, only to drop anchor once the proverbial going gets tough. You expect more exaggeration, more play within kinky boundaries, and if not that, at least some romance, but even that is about as exciting as bathroom mold. When, near the end, the guy honestly suggests "What if we never had sex?", it just underscores the clueless rambling with a non-existent goal (and the flashback and realization that otherwise they wouldn't have kids and that probably wouldn't be so great) doesn't change that. Anything involving a blow-up doll was the highlight of the series, but there’s precious little of it.

And I make it less than 1 cm closer to Shinkai every year, because I actually write reviews a few miles closer to Japan than most. Jokes aside, his fantasy-heavy screenwriting style has so far failed to light any kind of pleasant stirring within me, and yet the opening story got off to a good start. I like the motivational story of overcoming the boundaries of the unknown to achieve a desired goal, and the main couple do that with naive but dogged dedication. A person from the Western Hemisphere might be surprised by the ultimate indifference and modesty in expressing and showing feelings and emotions, but the endearing harmony in it warms the heart. Even though I understand the message of the other two stories, in the shadow of the previous work it’s hard to find the logic behind not only the behavior of the central couple, but the overall philosophical approach to the subject matter. Even though I believe the next 2/3 of the anime is about poetically mourning over humble fate and emotional perseverance, in my mind it inadvertently came off as a critique of impotence in the end. The script casually helps all this along by outright avoiding explanations of essential facts and never answering completely banal questions like: "Why didn’t they go by train again? Why didn't they call and just wrote?". While I don't think I'm jaded emotionally, I guess I'm too accustomed to and grounded by the endless batch of Japanese affected and elaborate untold love stories that more variations on this incomprehensible act of waiting for Godot won't pull me out of it. I did not get the feeling that this was the love of the century. I did not get the feeling that I was being given compelling reasons to feel sorry for the unfulfilled grandiosity or instead to nod appreciatively: "Yeah, that's just how life is!". The best element, as always is with Shinkai, are the beautiful images accompanied by either a tastefully chosen soundtrack or subtle Japanese pop. If there's one thing I appreciate about the tedious dragging, it's enjoying the audiovisuals, which are magnificent. But I'll never give 5 stars for that alone.

There are tons of high-quality anime set during wartime (not girls in tanks or with propellers on their feet) that also bravely take on political and social subthemes, and 86 is definitely one of them. The alternating confrontation between the progressive and San Magnolia residents and the almost Nazi-esque ones and their racist conscription of non-whites into dirty life-or-death battlefields is decently handled, and even if this makes the romance-tinged Romeo and Juliet storyline predictable, none of it bothered me. But what grates rather more than less in the first half is the story and execution. We're kept on healthy emotional alert throughout, whether through fierce spider-mech battles or heartfelt political declarations, but the series can't manage a very deft handling of the ridiculous amount of tasks it has to accomplish in the opening episodes. Every now and then it spouts exposition out of thin air like a La Palma volcano. It knows full well that it has an overwrought ensemble of characters, but its effort to get rid of them are inept. Then we spend far too long on boring Skyping, only to spend the last 2 episodes not knowing what to do with all the extra time. In terms of quality it trends in a true sawtooth pattern, up and down, thankfully coming to an end right at the beginning of the second part. As soon as the series doesn't have to explain anything anymore, it revs up to an absolute maximum in all areas. For me, both the civilized and endearing passages about the newfound life of outlaws in an advanced society and the relentless, adrenaline-pumping racket were handled so well it was unbelievable. Suddenly, the anime seemed tangible to me, and so believable; I could empathize with the feelings of the main characters as they struggled with their new sensations of regular life, followed by the strangely antithetical withdrawal from the war that had raised them. The tenderness of caregivers, the fun and comfort of a good Christmas, and yet on the other hand the anger and despair from an unexpected blow: I experienced all of this as well. The 16th episode was fantastically heartbreaking, while the last episode made me shed a tear of happiness. I'm glad that for once the content above all of the 2nd half is up to the standard of the excellent graphics and music from A-1, who to my great joy announced that they would be continuing with this project. For the 1st "bark" I would hover around a respectable 3 stars; I will unashamedly give the second half a weaker 5 for how I gulped down 86 with gusto.

Wow! I wasn't expecting such a racket from 86, but this one thumped through all open channels. Exactly what the chef ordered.

86 knows how to reward the viewer. Everything we deserved and wanted. More please...?

A minor aggravation. The first action sequence, as the sneaky mechs duke it out amongst the ruins of the city, had gusto, and Sawano musically enjoys these moments. Except that the transition into the school lecture squeaked worse than an unoiled door. The more observant will immediately notice that the show needs to present us with the collision and ideology of both worlds to give us a minor excursion into the geographic past of the stage, and in the context of being meaningful, this was simply pointless, almost embarrassing. It would require the leading lady jockey to know her stable inside-out despite the silly implications of late night chat adventures, is far from a convincing delivery.

I'm of the opinion that nothing much has changed from the first season, at least that I vaguely recall. Everything carried over from the opening probe and the same song played on repeat. Touma only and constantly dishes it out with his right hand (if his opponent had a helmet, hopefully he wouldn’t choke) with the ultimate intention of saving absolutely everyone, "Touma, Touma!!!". The Index must've eaten all his supplies and hair, flat-out sadistic wretches randomly appear on stage because, well, it's all Academy City's fault for existing, priests are always the biggest bastards, and speeches about higher values during (decent-looking) fights are not to be missed under any circumstances, even if coins and lightning are flying. The multiple-arc story is plot-unbalanced and haphazard, everything is precipitated by coincidences or decisions too inappropriately convenient for any progress, and it doesn't forget to add a constant dose of fan service. It doesn't do anything new, exceptional, different, creative within the established shōnen genre and Toaru Majutsu tracks. The music and visuals are more of the better barrel, and Mikoto Misaka is still the likable enough tomboy to carry a lot of weight on his shoulders and generally keep the bar average. If you liked number one, you'll like number two. And the same vice versa. A weak 3 stars

Akame ga Kill! meets Cyberbunk. This relatively entertaining ride through a futuristic world with elements of dictatorship literally almost shattered into pieces halfway through. What at first appears to be a more ordinary gangster adventure of one extraordinary group of criminals eventually unfolds into a Matrix-like plane and starts waxing poetic about horizons farther afield, whereas they can only touch on them in an annoyingly fleeting manner because there's no time for more! To its immense detriment, it's not just the potentially rich worldbuilding that's being skimmed over, but also the characters, where you can strongly feel the colorful handwriting of the creator of Danganronpa. As it grinds on and on and on in a rather nonsensical manner, the protagonists only manage to fulfill their basic justifications and only minimally do we get to see their roots, leaving them boringly parked in the black-and-white and tired templates of familiar archetypes. I wanted desperately to know more about Kant, more about the social structure, propaganda, connections to other worlds and what the local "Big Bang" was/caused by, whereupon we get our answer in a fast-paced penultimate episode full of deus ex machina, which I would figuratively liken to spitting in the face, in an already over-the-top conclusion. It’s made up to us in the lavishly colored and stylized audiovisual design of Studio Pierrot, which is easy on the eye. The detail of the action scenes is fantastic, with explosions that would make even Michael Bay jealous, all culminating in a supercharged epic final act of battle royale format. Akudama Drive could relatively easily have been a masterpiece, it just lacked the desire to grow and go deeper. It hurts, it hurts, because the excellent passages in the opening half were entertaining. This way, it's a kind of undercooked one-off that will soon be forgotten. A better 3 stars

I've had an aversion to abstractness since I was a kid, and in the case of Arcane this was helped by my long-standing dislike of League of Legends. I didn't believe you could make a quality animated series based on fictional characters that didn't have as sophisticated a background as other similar previous projects that didn't even land well themselves. Wonder never cease, and especially this minor point: Arcane actually achieves nearly 6 stars out of Whirlpool's 5, and even that rating is still a few percent off in my biased eyes. While the story is fairly unoriginal and alternates between the stale plot standards you'd see in any similar sibling rivalry story whose scope has significant geographical and political ramifications (ok, maybe not enough of them fit that description), it's truly put together in a detailed way. The solidly depicted bipolar world is filled with characters with deeper motivations, rational and conversely psychotic reasoning, under the baton of perfectly tight direction that gradually adds to the fire until the anticipated ecstatic finale. I absolutely must single out the excellent sense of art as the camera leans towards exploring previously unrecognized angles and excellent visuals (it took about an episode to get used to it), enticing you to explore every millimeter of it, which you never fail to do, gladly and repeatedly. The action is dense: Whether whizzing past or in slow motion, machine-gun battles or mano-a-mano, not holding back even from a glimpse of less comfortable images. The modern pop soundtrack didn't blow me away, but I would praise the fitting dubbing. Arcane is exceptionally over-the-top in just about every column, and a rare treat for both younger and older viewers. Despite its narrative clichés, a near perfect animated spectacle.