Spoilers for Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magica ahead.
Category Archives: Franchises
Things I Learned From Anime: Spring 2011 Edition
Good ideas:
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It’s not okay to catch giant salamanders in the stream, naked.
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You can beat yourself up over your inner weakness, not because it makes you weak but because it makes you want to kiss some video game nerd.
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It’s always good to pay Matsurika.
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Don’t visit your elementary school at night.
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Don’t run inside a supermarket.
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Be nice to the crêpe lady.
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To modulate the smell of your fart, do it in the bath.
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You don’t just eat meat, you defeat it.
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Ninja Warriors are better than normal wars.
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Segues make great weapon platforms.
Bad ideas:
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To neutralize someone much stronger than you, take away their favorite field hockey stick. It will make them totally weak. (inb4 Sket Dance is a much better magical girl subversion than Madoka.)
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It’s okay to call your girl your asset. In fact only winners do this.
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The world is a much better place if crazy people wrapped themselves in futons.
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As long as you provide insightful examination to the inner qualities of the real-life individuals, it’s okay to write them into your slash light erotica.
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You can get away with fake yuri breast-sucking as long as you are a magical boy in drag, in an all-girls school.(This one isn’t so bad isn’t it.) -
Virtual reality makes you learn stuff faster.
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It’s okay to carve graffiti into things you don’t own as long as you are a little kid.
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Chasing a wild monkey will lead you to fateful encounters.
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Physical touching makes a strong first impression. Be sure to poke that person’s face.
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Hire your shoujo manga editors based on their looks.
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Drink Pepsi Nex.
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Combine a prison with an amusement park.
Special Madoka Bonus Idea:
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Madoka Died For Your Sins.
Waking Up From K-ON
This post is probably a K-ON spoiler, if that’s possible.
I really feel a connection with K-ON, especially with the way how K-ON season 2 ended, with its final (for now, anyways) school festival and that glorious afterglow. It’s like having the right amount of sourness along with something sweet, or perhaps better put, sweet sorrow that is Azusa’s farewell. Or was season two’s ending a goodbye to the rest of us? It’s this stuff that runs through my head when I punch away slowly at random keys, just unlocking yet another character’s entry in yet another soft-boiled image album track. Is Mio a Little Girl or is Hello Little Girl actually trying to be nu-gaze-ish? Did people who worked on the image songs for the series actually tried to inject something into the way the songs are arranged? I’m probably reading too much into it.
K-ON! Houkago Live aside, it’s getting to a point where an oversea fan’s interaction with the K-ON franchise is almost entirely within the commercial context. I think the least I could do to give the whole relationship is to write about it, to define it, to state the meaning it has given me. And when I realized this, it’s all really just sad.
It’s like reading about what Toyosaki blogged after the K-ON S2 live a couple months ago. It’s something pretty special for the tens of thousands who went, but in the end it’s just yet another anime-made-for-hire (albeit in the KyoAni way, which may not be the standard committee style, I don’t know). A piece of plastic or limited edition concert good is not going to love you back, although in this case a continuation of the manga (and inevitably, more anime) is probably as close as it gets to that.
Maybe this is when mining for sequels becomes a celebration rather than the milking of the loyal handful. It’s all in the little things, the details, that you can feel the love, or not.
Feinting sincerity aside, for some reason I feel the creators or some of the core people who had a hand in making K-ON the thing that it is also enjoyed that connection. It’s just that the way we interact with each other and with the franchise material is through the same bloodless machine of capitalism as one would with anything else that required you paying money. To that, the perhaps equally soulless doujin products that the wall booths sell at Comiket at least contain some traces of life despite the shallow, pornographic content (for those who fits the description). I guess we can do better if we look toward truly like-minded expressions in fandom, rather than the usual “let’s just draw what’s popular for a quick buck” kind of thing that prevails much too much these days.
Doujinshi aside (and its implications, worthy of further examination for sure), the only other thing over the years that I’ve settled on as worthy of keeping is to make some great memories. And I guess that meant I should have tried to go to the “Come With Me” live or at least, hope for a home video release. Well, making memories is not always possible, and often infrequent. Perhaps that’s why I value them?
I might have sounded unappreciative about the state of the anime fan overseas when it comes to at least paying for anime locally that I can enjoy, but I do appreciate all the work and passion that went into the stuff now that I own (legit or otherwise). I even appreciate those expensive imports with English subs (and dubs at times) on them nowadays. It’s just that compared to fans in the ’80s and ’90s, the aspects of fandom that went beyond the buying and selling of anime hasn’t really improved by a whole lot. If anything the biggest change is how we’re approaching a saturation point in terms of anime cons (at least in North America) that are big enough to provide another way to connect creators, creations and fans. It’s still one (and more) layer of crud, of drama, and what have you. But that might be more “human” than the well-oiled marketing machine that the Japanese deal with, because at least “they’re here because we love them.”
It’s kind of funny to look at K-ON S2 in this context. I bring my baggage to the show (don’t we all?) and look at it from that angle: what are concerts, right? Aren’t they just yet another venue, another framework in terms of interactions between the band and the audience? It’s been way too long since recorded music has changed the way we experience music, that this human element of simply playing a song adds so much more impact to someone who didn’t grow up with that kind of lo-tech intimacy with music. And I grew up with some experience with music in a live setting (albeit in a typical Asian-American way). But it’s not just me of course. It’s the same reason why Azusa cries when the girls played Tenshi ni Fureta yo! It’s the same reason why some teared up when they watch that. It’s the same reason why it is actually so powerful, that it has already transcended the context of music.
Which is probably why people make novels and movies about friendship and memories in high school, and not (so much) about the nature of music and the evolution of it and the context in which it alters lives, flow of money, and the way people view the world. But that’s just one drop in a large bucket of human relationships and experiences, in the way we relate to each other and the things around us. It’s just that in K-ON’s case, there’s a really gorgeous view from the cliffs of meta, and it’s too bad so few of us get to enjoy this animated adventure from this vantage point.
It’s Soooooo Japanese, And Other Stuff
Fanservice, that bathhouse thing, bondage. Is this true? Maybe. But here goes my sensibilities again. I’m glad some kids have stepped up to the plate. Surprise me!
What I can say about HanaIro at this point is that it’s formulaic, but it doesn’t feel that way. It’s well-executed but it’s still like a rough gem. What I can say is I like all of that about HanaIro. Some of my recent favorites are exactly this sort of a flawed existence. I also have to say whoever that works at PA Works for this and True Tears really knows how to do fanservice (classic style) correctly.
But you really ought not to listen to me as a metric of what measures with what anime. I’m digging AnoHana too, but so far the fact that Menma reminds me of Index is like trying to enjoy a bowl of tonkotsu ramen with a few ice cubes in it. I’m like, whyyyyyyy. And that whole dead childhood friend thing is also kind of Japanese-y. I’m not sure if I like where it’s going, but at least there’s promise.
It’s like interviewing and selecting HRs by picking those who have promise, and not just whose spec sheet has the bigger numbers and counts. It’s like in Episode One when Chancellor Palpatine talks about Skywalker’s future career “with great interest.” Dirty old people, we are.
Lastly, RIP Osamu Dezaki, we may not know you well but you were one of the good guys.
It’s So Japanese
More musing on HanaIro before I “clear my palate” for Anohana.
The loose coalition of anime fans, or maybe better put, otaku, west of the Pacific, is a diverse group of people. It’s probably many more times diverse than Japan’s domestic crop of late-night anime watchers, pundits, NEETs and hikkis, academics and industry. Just in the Americas alone we have people coming from just about every background you can think of. We have people who may be Japanese transplants, jamming away at Saint Seiya like as if it was 1995 in Brazil, or a bunch of mid-western, white American girls still longing for their teenage years, fawning over Sailor Moon. Well, wait, those people wouldn’t be watching these late night anime in the first place, right? (Wrong?) Ok, in that respect maybe things aren’t so different.
But once we remove that anime context, we are as different as left is from right, conservative as is from liberal, rich from poor, empowered from disenfranchised, homogeneous versus diverse. Or better put: Japanese, or not Japanese. It’s stating the obvious: the world is a diverse place, especially outside of Japan.
I think this is one of the underlying power of anime as a cultural export–its ability to set its own rules, its own context, it’s own instance of Oraclethat cultural database. With it we can unite. Contrast to, say, food culture, it’s difficult to find that sort of a bridge between different people groups since that is something not foreign at all to, well, all of us. Anime is foreign to all of us. Probably even to many Japanese! Well, that kind of anime anyways.
Hanasaku Iroha is a simple example of where this cracks down. It’s like forcing people to watch Japanese TV dramas. Admittedly, what happens in Hanairo is more of an extreme example, but even as I say extreme, it really isn’t really extreme to many people. Being slapped by your grandmother is always an extreme thing, but the difference of it happening within an Indian or Chinese household versus in a typical American, white, urban household is probably better summed up better by American comedians exploiting immigrant families with localizing children interacting with their new neighbors and classmates. [I have a skit in mind for this but I just can’t find the link for you at the moment. Hey look at this.]
Just how seriously should this group of Gen-Y/Millennials take corpeal punishment? Especially when Minko isn’t even related to Ze Grand Baba? Will any of them even think of it as a sign of affection and endearment? How about Ohana’s triple-decker? Surprise me, guys!
I mean, that’s just the beginning. Those who studied Japanese culture or have some exposure via first or third party narratives probably would know about the whole Senpai-Kouhai thing, so that shouldn’t be a shock. The rape thing I mentioned last post is, while somewhat misleading, has a place in this context. It’s like how one can make an argument for the the whole prostitution subtext in Spirited Away. We’re not really diverging from the formula here in HanaIro, if you think about it.
It’s so Japanese! It borderline offends my Chinese sensibilities (ok, not really), let alone my American ones (I think, I’m not sure). Thankfully the western anime-blog-otaku-fandom-sphere-thing is doing all the outrage better than I could ever, and that is probably annoying me more than what sewn-together pieces of the thematic puzzle that we have at episode 2 can possibly ever could. Because at worst, HanaIro can’t be any worse than Summer Wars (and its Yoko Ono reference). Well, I suppose they could make Nako into someone with some kind of hidden talent that saves the day, but that would actually make the show better. Don’t you prefer a tall, athletic, and graceful high school girl from the countryside over a shota bait? Aki Toyosaki not withstanding?
And don’t get me started on the “oh bad mom abandoning your kawaii daughter” thing. This is what makes HanaIro already 10 times better than Summer Wars.


