Kami-sama no Memo-chou 08: The light at the end of the fail-scriptwriting-infested tunnel
Behold, the tribulation has reached its end. The shedding of manly tears is is more than justified.
All that fuss over Yondaime was so overblown. Even if I hadn’t bought the light novels on impulse and known well in advance that he was alive and well and had no physical disabilities, there’s no way my supporting characters can be this easily killed off.
Unless it’s Kamisama Dolls – proof of superior storytelling.
Not that that killing off supporting characters makes for a better story, mind. But let’s just say I wouldn’t be against any future storylines that involve Narumi’s quick, unnoticed, side-alley fatal mugging.
And in his absence they could play Hiroaki up so much more. He’s living the dream life – a parasitical existence leeching off girlfriend after girlfriend.
Okay, so even I’m disgusted by that. But the fact remains that the NEET detectives are far more interesting than Narumi could ever be, and deserve more screentime.
Case in point.
What we need here is a Pratt & Whitney JT9D high-bypass turbofan engine smashing into Narumi’s room as Gary Jules’ Mad World plays in the background.
It took me forever to realize that Yondaime isn’t actually a fan of
Ben-Hur Ven-Har but that the directors were trying to make a parallel between Yondaime/Renji and Ben-Hur/Messala.
Or something. I think the Japanese got a terrible translation of the novel or an even worse localization of the movie.
Alternatively, the Blu-Ray will release with 120 minutes of cut footage of Yondaime and Renji racing through the streets of Shibuya on horse-pulled chariots. Then Min-san and Alice will contract leprosy and Madoka-kamisama will appear to cleanse them of their afflictions.
It’s somewhat endearing that there are still depictions of Yakuza who honour brotherhood and vows and duty and all that stuff.
Sure, the modern day Yakuza are more backstabbing, money grubbing corporate raiders (they’d be venerated if they were American and practised their craft on Wall Street), and I’d rather they smash Narumi’s face in, but it’s still endearing.
World’s most conspicuous stakeout/surveillance. They’re palling around on a rooftop, right across the street from their subjects. In broad daylight, too.
What happened to Mukai’s array of cameras? And just how bad is his eyesight that he needs a magnification scope to see people standing 15 metres away?
“You are a strange young man. When the blood rushes to your head, you arrive at the truth in the shortest possible route.”
There’s a name for that, Alice. It’s called Blindingly Obvious Plot Device/Eleventh-Hour Superpower.
I’m surprised that she still tries. She ought to have noticed by now that even if she decided to spend the rest of her days playing The Old Republic (or whatever Japanese MMORPG’s trending at the moment) the kindly gods of terrible writing will always intervene via their chosen blunt instrument to save the day.
Oh look he’s back from the dead already. I can hardly contain my surprise. What a shocker. I could not possibly have seen this coming.
“Why do you persist, Mr Anderson?”
A missed opportunity for Category 2 facial distortions and magnitude 5.8 giga drill breakers.
Are they supposed to resemble Akiyama Mio and Hirasawa Yui?
How do you even pronounce their band name?
Why was this subplot given so much attention in the first place?
Alice needs counselling. Or hypnosis-induced memory loss.
The poor girl is already under a great deal of stress of having to outperform village idiot Narumi, but thanks to the terrible execution of her coming-of-age (at least that’s what I think is happening) and overall bad writing, she’s going to have to come to terms with becoming Narumi’s girlfriend.
Overall, I am profoundly relieved and thankful that this story arc is over.
It’s strange that now, when I look back at the catastrophe these past four episodes have been, I can actually think “it wasn’t that bad.”. No doubt some trauma-induced subconscious memory alteration/erasure has already begun to take place.
So many things could have been cut, or spliced into prior episodes. Yondaime’s past could have been offered up in little chunks like Min-san’s, Renji could have appeared early in episode 2 and made cameos all the while to be a more inconspicuous antagonist, all the girl band segments could have been cut to reduce screentime and save on the seiyuu budget.
Really though, the difference in quality between the pilot episode and the rest of the episodes just staggers me. It’s as if they were different series entirely.
Although I think it may actually be the case. The KamiMemo manga starts off from the Meo case – episode 2 onwards. Which leads me to suspect that the pilot episode was an anime-original story.
But hey, 4 episodes to go. There’s still time for J.C. Staff to redeem itself. I recommend shuttling Narumi off to Iceland and having 3 consecutive episodes of Alice, Ayaka and Min-san at the beach, the onsen, and the premium suite of a love hotel where the girls come to terms with their sexuality over chocolate fondue and wine.
Best anime of Summer 2011 for sure.