After hours of waiting for this series to get better, part three offers a really good plot twist, and great artwork. Then, out of nowhere, a tentacle rape scene. I wish I'd never wasted my time.
After hours of waiting for this series to get better, part three offers a really good plot twist, and great artwork. Then, out of nowhere, a tentacle rape scene. I wish I'd never wasted my time.
I had fond memories watching reruns of this as a child and I caught a couple episodes at 2:00 AM when working a graveyard shift a few years ago. It seemed funny and inoffensive so I decided to watch the series through.
Wow is this show racist! I don't mean standards-of-the-day racist. I watch a lot of old-timey sitcoms and this one is unusual. Mchale's Navy used a racial slur almost every single episode, and still managed to be a lot less racist than this. Even Love Thy Neighbour had a faint pretence of give and take. This is mocking and smug, like one of those cartoons from the 30s. It's a shame, because the non-race episode are often pretty good, but there's a certain point where I just can't enjoy it knowing what kind of people are behind it.
My least favourite type of music, by far, is 00s indie rock. I would rather have the sides of my head gouged out than hear extremely privileged white kids whine about their girl problems and pass cringey affectations off as quirky. And here we have, just as the trend was thankfully ending, a movie about a quirky indie rock singer with girl problems.
The nicest and most objective thing I can write about this movie is that when you sit down and think about it, it's not nearly as bad as Hitler.
The most famous collection of fairy tales, but a long way from being the best. The stories and their messages are weird and unbalanced - not just by the standards of the day - and there are also a couple of antisemitic stories that spoil the whole thing.
When I point something like that out, someone inevitably makes a "it was normal back then" argument, but I've never seen antisemitic stories in any other old folk tale collections and, according to one of the world's top experts, Maria Tatar, no other German collection from the 19th century has any similar stories. Besides that, story books like this are one of the first things to define what normal means for people, and should be held to a very high standard. I'd bet you bottom dollar that most people involved in implementing the Holocaust were introduced to the existence of Jews through this very book. A stain on the genre. A piece of garbage that's best left forgotten.
It's the sort of twitchy, old-school game where you're guaranteed to die every couple minutes, without warning, even if you're good. That's fine. Some of those old games are fun. Every time you die, the phone rings. You start to associate the sound of the phone ringing with unexpected death. The problem is, the phone also frequently rings when you DON'T die, and the NPCs just want to chat with you. I don't think English has a word to describe the unpleasantness of a machine training you to have Pavlovian reaction of instant annoyance to a certain sound, and then using that reaction to fuck around with you.
Beyond that, its visuals are dull, its gameplay is repetitive. At one point, for no reason, a naked, unconscious woman has her butt sticking up in the air, which seems more like a joke about a Japanese game developer than something a Japanese game developer would actually do.
I tried to write about how stupid a character Revolver Ocelot is, but every description I came up with made him sound awesome, so I'll just leave you with this video.
I think it's tacky to review something when I'm obviously so far out of the intended target demo. I don't want to be like some wilfully-naive critic who complains that an action movie isn't a nuanced drama, or that a comedy isn't a nuanced drama, or that a children's movie isn't a nuanced drama, etc., etc., etc..
On the other hand, the marketing went after Bojack Horseman fans, heavily referenced its behind-the-scenes connections with Bojack, and did not let on, in the slightest, how different a show this was, so I'm sure I'm not the only person to have accidentally watched this.
It's supposed to be the trials and tribulations of two female friends in the city, but there's not much character development and the jokes are so-so. Every frame looks like it was designed to sell "Live Laugh Love" merchandise. I wouldn't be surprised if Facebook starts getting flooded with Bertie and Tuca memes about which diseases vaccinations cause.
A lot of hype was made over multi-ethnic casting. And wow, all the Asians play meek, work-driven geeks and the Black actress plays a sassy idiot who digs through and is covered in garbage. This is a show made by an affluent white woman with the obvious target demo of affluent white women who say "I'm not racist but..."
The city I live in is crowded with heroin addicts and none of them look as cool or sexy as in this movie. And they're definitely not jacked like the one guy is. And they never wear sexy short-sleeved clothing because they want to hide their track marks. And they don't have sexy haircuts, or haircuts at all. Instead of cool music and fun and thrills, a more realistic movie would feature a scar-covered homeless person with tangled hair locking himself in a smelly public bathroom stall for most of the day, because that way no one will disturb his high. Probably the most unrealistic thing about this movie is a heroin addict being disgusted with a filthy public toilet.
I'd probably be willing to forgive that if the movie was really good, but it's just another failure of a 90s Tarantino rip-off, that only barely gets by on visuals
A perfect, innocent rap angel is oppressed and beset all sides by the evil devil people who surround him and live only to ruin and destroy him. An unbiased depiction of Eminem's early life.