Most of the anime that y'all are talking about are Shonen.
Shonen has always been gay. That type of stuff is made specifically for kids.
Yup, Urotsukidoji had the reputation of bringing the tentacle genre, as depictions of a penis were prohibited, so they did tentacles and the creator proved successful and in turn created Demon Beast Invasion series. I can't remember the source so take my info with a pinch of salt.
No need for the citation. You're correct. I was about to say that myself.
In any case, I've seen far worse shit coming from real live porn.
(Mainly from America, Germany & Japan.)
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This is the type anime that I love.
Animeighties
http://www.teleport-city.com/movies/dvdjournal/2006/04/animeighties.html
I can only get into the anime that reminds me of 70's grindhouse & exploitation flicks, or 80's horror movies. Although I do like some of the comedies. (Ping Pong club, Cromartie High, Ranma 1/2 ovas.)
AH man I also love Lupin the 3rd, though I guess that falls in line with 70's exploitation.
http://www.teleport-city.com/movies/dvdjournal/2006/04/golgo-13.html
He wrote the best review of Golgo 13 ever known to man. I can't wait until he finds out that G-13 has returned with a cartoon series.
This quote is full of win!
I have my tastes, and I've always watched anime based on whether or not the title falls within that range of interest, as opposed to watching something simply because it was anime even though it falls outside of my highbrow taste range.
Thus, the vast and popular world of things like romantic comedy anime, sports anime, maid/servant anime -- these things are wastelands into which I never wander.
I know nothing about them and, frankly, I don't really want to, no matter how many people tell me I should watch Love Hina. Ain't gonna do it.
Does it have bad-ass globe-trotting assassins splattering brains all over a high rise building's penthouse window before wandering off the bed some moaning chick who implores him to "pull her trigger, lovingly and softly?" If not, then I ain't interested.
I don't want to watch a bunch of doe-eyed little girls in maid costumes serve tea.
I'm a hard fighting, hard drinking, hard loving man, like Golgo 13, and I don't have time to waste on weepy "doily anime.
This guy has kick ass taste in movies. Look at how he overrates Odin.
(I don't even know what Odin is, but it sounds hilarious judging from his description.)
http://www.teleport-city.com/movies/dvdjournal/2006/04/odin-photon-space-sailer-starlight.html
A song from the 80s Japanese glam metal band Loudness begins to soar majestically across the soundtrack, like a great eagle of pure metal majesty unfurling wings formed from the power chords of one of those pointy, angular guitars. The crew of the space sailer, obviously invigorated by the fist-pumping anthemic rock music, stream out of the transport shuttle, running energetically and giving each other high-fives. They are just that happy and gung-ho to be aboard the Space Photon Sailer Starlight. And I don't mean they're walking at a crisp clip or jogging. They're hauling ass Jesse Owens style, full-speed sprinting enthusiastically up and down ramps, joyously climbing access ladders, and triumphantly situating themselves at control consoles. Then there is more running, more high fiving, and lots of sweeping, panning shots of the exterior of the ship. Then, it all keeps on going. And going. For the entire length of the song. Amid the ecstasy and unbridled "Yeah, A-Number One Aces!" excitement of the boarding process, a solitary figure rides a glass elevator to the tip of one of the sails and places his hand contemplatively against the glass window, staring off into the distance as if to say, "Yes, this ship is my heart, and it soars upward, ever upward, like the music of Loudness!"
How you are going to feel about the rest of Odin depends largely on how you react to five minutes of guys running merrily through spaceship corridors, giving each other high fives and basically handling the whole thing like they're the champion team running out onto the field for "the big game" while Loudness plays. If this is the sort of thing that has you rolling your eyes and checking your watch, or eyeing the fast forward button, then let me give you a word of advice: just fast forward to the end credits, because this sequence is pretty much as good as it gets. There's nothing more exciting or logical beyond this point. This whole boarding sequence operates as sort the Dante-esque warning sign posted at the gates of Hell. Abandon all hope, ye who watch any more of Odin.
Actually, you may even want to skip the end credits, during which a very special treat rolls that will delight some and exasperate many.
If, however, you react to this sequence in much the same way as the characters on screen, then it's safe to continue. Frankly, this entire ludicrous intro does indeed make me want to run at full speed down the hall, high fiving my fellow space sailer sailors and shouting, "Yeah!" The entire sequence always makes me laugh in a hearty, manly fashion. That was true when I first saw Odin back in the Dark Ages, and it proved to still be true when I rewatched it for this review. It's such a goofy idea, from beginning to end. The running and cheering sequence, I mean, not the movie Odin itself. Actually, I guess the whole movie is a pretty goofy idea, beginning to end, as well, or it would be if it had an end. But it's just so deliriously nutty and enthusiastic that I love it. If you are tired of brooding space pirates or dystopic futures, then all you need to do is watch these goofballs sprint up and down space ramps while listening to Loudness. From this moment on, I'm going to assume that all space vessel boarding is conducted in this fashion. This is how they boarded the Apollo capsules, and the only reason Japan has never sent a man to the moon is because their astronauts are too tired after a hard day of cheering and running. If we could get a glimpse at the International Space Station right now, you know what we'd see? That's right. They'd be running up and down the cramped corridors, high fiving each other, shouting, "Da, comrade!" and pressing their palms against the portholes. And listening to Loudness.
Now that my description of the sequence has gone on nearly as long as the sequence itself, we can continue.
The way he talks about that crap movie reminds me of the way I overrate Oneechanbara. Where I'm fully aware that it sucks, but it appeals so much to my 70's sexploitation film sensibilities that I honestly don't care.