Episode fifteen finally answers the question eating away at the AniMessenger’s soul–“What is the Gran Crevasse?” The answer? A slithering hell-hole of cobalt/blue klaxxo-debauchery.
DarliFra goes Full Soap Opera Mode as the amnesiac ex-lover (Hiro) reunites with our heroine and the romantic hopeful (Ichigo) desperately fortifies her side of the love triangle. Add in a fake pregnancy and we have our pilot for The Horny and the Restless.
DarliFra flips the script on the historically hexed number thirteen, re-finding the dark and macabre path it meandered from after episode five.
“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.
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.
To paraphrase Forrest Gump, “DarliFra is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.” And, faithful to the truism, our Aesopian sextravaganza continues to defy expectations and flip-flop its tonality episode by episode.
The fifth episode roles in, and with it, arrives a brand new show. The nauseating metaphors have vanished with the winds of change.