This episode confirms my love of Lelouch: not because he’s a CLAMP noodle boy, not because he’s oh-so-pretty, but because he is one hell of a charismatic mastermind and easily one of the best anti-heroes to come out of recent seasons. Maybe the best.
Miles ahead of that notebook-wielding douchebag. What was his name again?
One of the really great things about this short - I mean, smaller than average - I mean, it’s still a good size - series is that it flaunts the usual anime conventions in favor of a more cutting-edge program.
Coherent story? No way!
Pacing? Yawn!
Character development? Who needs it!
Memorable ending? Yeah, right!
This is a late reaction, due to my crazy end-of-semester schedule. I’m happy to report, though, that I am now completely finished with my first year of graduate school and free to devote myself to Lulu. (He Geesed me, so I’d say that. Naughty boy.)
If I lapse into a discussion of Cooper’s Last of the Mohicans, please forgive me. My brains are still a little mushy.
Code Geass - or Code Geese or Code Gayass or Code Greatass, whatever your flavor of pet name happens to be - knows how to make my little heart skip a few beats. Oh, you naughty series, you had me going with that first episode!
But Code Geass doesn’t abuse its fans. It doesn’t treat us like we’re idiots (ahem) and it doesn’t revel in keeping us in the dark (ahem ahem). No sir. Code Geass raises questions and then…gasp! Answers them.
If you believe what the WordPress spambots say about it, I’m a middle-aged man with a severe erectile disfunction problem.
Well joke’s on you, bots! My Manly Quotient has shot way through the roof since I started my Bus Gamer injections.
So Lulu and the gang are back for another round of stretched-out limbs and mecha, sorry, Nightmare battles. OH BOY! I have to admit, I saw and enjoyed the first season. It felt a bit to me like Death Note, if Death Note hadn’t been so retarded. Death Note done right, if you will. That’s not to say Code Geass wasn’t full of its own little gems, but it is at least able to resist bursting through the doors of Campiness to sing out, “HERE I AAAAAAAM!” (Code Geass just knocks politely.)
After the end of the first season, I was all but wetting my pants for the premier of R2.
One episode in and the new season promises to be…uh…very familiar?
We’re back, baby!
I mean, not yet. Not officially. But I’m working on it!
And thus, another season of Victorian Romance draws to a close. Unlike season one, though, there’s no room for a third season - and, really, no need.
Did I absolutely love this finale more than I’ve ever loved any other finale before it? Well…no. But it did fit the series pretty well.
Did I cry a few times and get all gooey inside over the happenings? You bet your sweet ass I did.
How many times did I cry? Let us count them…
The US licensing of Emma was a bittersweet moment for me. On the one hand, I will now get to own this amazing series (both seasons!) on a DVD that I didn’t have to make myself. At the same time, though, this meant that Iichan dropped the series and would no longer be translating it. So how the hell was I supposed to know how it all ended?!?!?!
Cue panic and a lot of emo-weeping.
Well, luckily for me, another sub group opted to pick it up and finish out the series, giving me the strength to carry on. I’m still excited to be able to buy it on DVD when it’s finally released (you know, a few years from now…), but at least now I won’t have to wait quite as long for a resolution.
And so now I give you my few brief thoughts on the past three episodes.
Only one left and then the curtain closes on the second season!
(I just realized that I’ve completely skipped episode 8…but, uh…you know…whatever. Stuff happened, Emma was in it, William was in it, the end.)
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