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.
What do you get when you dice up a side of Gunbuster, a filet of FLCL, a quarter pound of Gurren Lagann, dollop in some Love Live! Sunshine!!, drop the mess into a blender, and press the “crush” button? A cloyingly sweet puree known as Aim for the Top 2: Diebuster.
Every now and then a reviewer must put the Precious on the shelf, stop his ears to the clarion call echoing from the anime pits, and take stock.
Tenchi Muyo! (the show with sexy girls on Toonami)–the gateway to the ecchi side of the animesphere. Transport your mind to the year 2000–the year Cartoon Network threatened to turn the youths into polygamists.
“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.”
One fateful night in 2014, Akira Toriyama tossed and turned in his bed. Sweat poured from his forehead as he struggled to come up with an idea for the fifteenth Dragon Ball Z movie.
The build-up to the current obligatory protagonist power-up, exacerbated by an extended broadcast break, kept viewers locked in agonized suspense. Saddle up, folks–the moment has arrived and, once again, we ride into the ever-fantasticating world of Saiyan transformations.
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?