Kamen Rider OOO – The Endgame Approaches



So are we getting a Blade or Faiz ending? Ice lolly loving Machiavelli homunculus vs slacker Barney dinosaur wannabe, who will win??!!!

Since Kamen Rider OOO is taking design inspirations from….


….Masters of the Universe, where is Kamen Rider She-Ra when you need her? Maybe we can rope in a My Little Pony crossover too and put her on Trollestia.

Dantalian no Shoka – Three Episode Catchup

illuminated manuscripts ftw

evil kidz wants to browbeat you with WORDS

river demon is too sensible to be involved in this caper

So I gave Dantalian 3 eps before I started doing an impressions writeup. The show uses the old trope of forbidden knowledge to drive the plot, with the lead character inheriting his grandfather’s estate (in Victorian settings) and his curious ward, a strange girl named Dalian that is the mystical custodian of an extradimensional supernatural library that houses a multitude of “Phantom Books”, which throughout human history have been unusual tomes of esoteric lore, sometimes containing secrets bordering on Stuff Mankind Was Not Meant To Know. (The theme of Phantom Books being everpresent throughout the sheer breadth of human civilization is reinforced in the 2nd ep, Madoka style, when a cuneiform tablet makes its grand appearance.)

Our lead, a dapper young lad named Huey, possesses the key to Dalian’s “lock” on the library, leading to hilarious stock footage segments each episode where he “unlocks” her literally, chastity belt style, to retrieve Phantom Books that allow him to nullify the threat unleashed by inadvertent usage of other Phantom Books still loose in the mortal world. We are not given any explanation of how Huey managed to possess the all-important key, but flashbacks indicate that he either knows more about the library that he lets on to Dalian, or is unaware of its true nature when he visited it in the past when he was a child.

The first 2 eps pretty much just gets the watcher accustomed to the plot conventions of the show, with Huey and Dalian doing their tag team operations to “fight” the Phantom Book of the Week. The third episode is interesting becauses it deviates from the formula, allowing me to establish a natural break to sum things up. It’s split into two minor stories, and while plotwise nothing much really happens and the action is pretty inconsequential, we get more characterization and the introduction of a “third wheel” character for the duo to play off on.

What is obvious is that from this moment on the show hews pretty closely to Gosick in terms of the treatment of its characters. Tsundere Dalian is shown to have a great love of candies and other sweet confectioneries, Huey is the male equivalent of Kujo and Camilla does the Avril act of being a whimsical good natured friend that may or may not have feelings for Huey. Fortunately for the show, everything else is a huge improvement. Instead of Scooby Dooby treatment of dark supernatural tales, we have the actual supernatural element in play for Dantalian. The lyrical treatment for drawing out the power and essence of books in each action finale is generally handled well and adds a touch of class to the setpieces, and is a much better concept than trying to play the Sherlockian angle with LAUGHABLY juvenile mystery whodunits.

The best improvement over Gosick is really Huey himself. For once the male lead handles himself well in tough situations, is a reasonable shot with a gun, keeps a cool head and generally does whatever an action lead needs to do in a competent fashion. It might not seem like much, but compared to the utter nincompoop and walking plot construct that is Kujo in Gosick, there’s a Herculan contrast. I could really do without the really pointed tsundere act that has Dalian mimicking Victorique, but it’s still not as blatant and her wit does shine through at great moments, like with the Journey to the West gag in the pic above. The OP is fantastic and the soundtrack does its job adequately in conveying gothic ambience, so I have no big issues on the music.

(As an aside…some may rage at the trollish resolution of the first half of the 3rd episode, but besides the amusement at otaku nerdraeging, I thought it was a particularly clever treatment of the plot material. Like a certain sci-fi epic that handles sandworms, hallucinogenic super drugs and the nature of prophecies, absolute knowledge just translates into absolute stasis where every future action is mapped rigidly stretching into infinity. Like the old street saying goes, the only winning strategy is not to play.)

A Dramatic Turn Of Events, Reviewed

One of the first reviews of the new Dream Theater album, A Dramatic Turn Of Events, is now available and, sure the author’s an old Dream Theater fan and so is prone to gushing, but then again so am I and I figure, what he likes, I would probably like too.

Some highlights from the review:

  • ‘Keyboard player Rudess has talked of how he would write sections to fit snugly around John Petrucci’s riffs’
  • ‘The growling vocals have vanished to be replaced with typically complex DT musicality and countless melodies, and critically the album is not immediately gratifying, and requires several listens in order to fully grasp exactly what the band have achieved here.’
  • ‘It also showcases Myung’s talent as a bass player – which many have claimed has been left in the background in the recent past – and it’s a pleasure to hear him so prominent in the mix once again.’

September cannot come soon enough. Only question is, should I pre-order the collector’s edition?

Mmm, when managers speak of hunger in footballers, could they be referring to this?

One thing you learn keeping an eye on both news and The Onion, parody is finding it increasingly hard to keep up with reality these days. This…THIS….is a good example. After all the chicken jokes, you try this for real, Venky’s? Seriously? David Dunn also looks like he could shed a few pounds, so a half-time poultry orgy doesn’t help in the slightest.

Maybe Samba is worried about possible racist cliches too, hence the desire to leave for certain North London clubs we shall omit to name. Good thing the tea lady wasn’t at the door with a plate of watermelon slices to wash it down.