It’s been a while since I saw a movie whose conceit would literally fall apart if it acknowledged queer and trans people existed.
I love this movie so much. But boy, it is just a little bit of unearned smugness going on.
I made it to the end, for better and worse. The short version? This is a real case of diamonds encased in shit, Ryumako is a good and canonical ship, the StuCo are cute kids, and if anyone tries to talk to me about this series in future […]
This film is the epic, multi-generational tale of uncovering how exactly to punch a murderer in the dick. And in the end, the day is saved by wig-snatching.
Terry Pratchett is proof that even great authors can have very bad first novels. So take heart, internet.
I am here to destroy the myth of the Poor Put Upon Genius who’s work was thwarted. Because man, fuck this guy for wasting so many people’s work.
The show lulled me into having a fun time with the Kansai arc and then sucker punched me directly in the anus with The Worst Scene Ever. Just in case I forgot that every nice thing in KLK has to be balanced by a heinously awful thing.