Oh, man. Awesome Cowboy Bebop toys. I definitely want that. Spike and Vicious. Both so badass. I will purchase them both, and have them engage in a never ending battle for the control of my room’s criminal enterprises. While a constant loop of Green Bird and See You, Space Cowboy plays to accompany their battle.
How much will I have to pay to make this a reality? Eighty five dollars? Each!? The hell? That is not a hundred seventy dollars worth of toy. “Well, they’re ten inches tall.” Oh, well I’m that case… No! That’s terrible. Never mind. I’ll just watch the show again. Shit.
So, last night. Just watching Archer. Surfing the internet. When what do I see? Shinichiro Watanabe, director of Samurai Champloo and Cowboy Fucking Bebop is making a new show. Thank god. I can’t remember the last time I saw an anime that I didn’t downright hate. They’re all supernatural nonsense, or giant robots, or whiny high schoolers, or some combination of the three. Like, I was watching something on Netflix, and it was a kind of Trigun-y thing. Dude saved a girl, and tried to stop a gang from attacking a town, and it seemed fine until suddenly “woosh!” and a giant robot appears and they have a big robot fight. The hell?
So, Cowboy Bebop. Easily my favorite anime. Probably in my top five favorite shows ever, regardless of genre. It’s so funny, and violent, and the soundtrack kicks fucking ass. Samurai Champloo, not as good, but still, a fantastic show, and all those characteristics also apply. So if anyone’s going to make an anime I give a damn about, it’s gonna be this guy.
So, let’s see what this new show, titled Sakamichi no Apollon, is about:
“In this coming-of-age story of “love, friendship, and music,” a naive boy and a scruffy boy share a passion for jazz in a provincial town in the late 1960s”
Okay. Well. In that case. Fuck you. Seriously. Fuck everything about that. I could not want to see that less. Well, that’s not true. Yoko Kanno is doing the soundtrack. I guess if she wasn’t doing that, I would want to see that even less than I do now. Which is remarkably little. That’s just terrible. I am so angry right now. I need to calm down somehow.
Okay. Better. A little better. Still pretty goddamn pissed off. What else you got?
Okay. Feeling alright now. Those guys really don’t have any sort of accumulated memory. They just keep following Spike into explosions. I think I’m okay now. What, one more?
Oh yeah. That’s the stuff. 1960s High School Jazz what? Not even a thing any more.
