Interstella 5555: Part Six

i've noticed that in the few anime that i've seen that at the end, the bustling metropolis is typically decimated by a bulbous white gigaton blast and the villain turns into some sort of enormous, ever-expanding postule, throbbing in agony, barely resembling a human being.

hiroshima anyone?

doesn't take a genius to realize that an entire generation of japanese animators (and common folk as well) are, to this day, affected by "the bomb." fully ingrained. no shaking it loose. fortunately, mr. matsumoto doesn't suffer the innocents. i mean it's not all rainbows and unicorns, but it's also not finding pieces of your nose on your pillow after a massive coke BLOWout, now is it?

balance is everything.

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