Just finished watching Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders last weekend, and it was a roller coaster ride. But before that, last month I was able to finish the Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (the 2012 remake).
Pardon me Joestars for being soooo very late in discovering your fun-filled and adventurous family saga. This was released in 2012 (or 2013?) and yet I’ve only watched it this year. *prostates*
P.S.: I’m really sad that Kakyoin and Iggy died. They’re my favorites. Oh, and Robert E. O. Speedwagon too. He’s my favorite narrator of all time. *sniffs*
..that after reading my No. 6 review, I realized that it’s not a review, but rather a summary + a little commentary on the side. Half-assed indeed. And come to think of it, I have another review that’s currently saved as a draft (which I’ll post today), with the same exact format. Sheesh.
(UPDATED) From a random post in Tumblr, I stumbled upon this gem: Innocent, an ongoing manga by Shin’ichi Sakamoto. It was based on a real-life person, Charles-Henri Sanson, the Royal Executioner of Paris during the reign of Louis XVI. Though the real Charles-Henri may not look as beautiful as his counterpart in the manga, nevertheless, it’s a feast for the eyes. It was definitely love at first sight.
Who wouldn’t?! Look at that amazing art! Lovely, lovely!!!
This is not for the faint of heart, though. Be prepared for a world of hurt.
Six perfect cities. One boy with an intense curiosity about the world he lives in, and wondering why it feels like there’s something wrong, or why does he feel like he doesn’t fit in. A stormy night, a door left opened. A wounded boy looking for a shelter from the storm. The meeting of these two boys will change the course of their lives from thereon, as well as the fate of the city called No. 6.
I’m going to follow a standard format my reviews from now on, half-assed they may be. This is the first one to be organized in this way (though technically, this is my third review. My first and second [half-assed] review’s here and here). Anyways.
Now I’m trying to finish reading No. 6, a manga adapted from the original novel by Asano Atsuko and drawn by Kino Hinoki. I just finished watching the anime version a couple of months ago for starters. So far, there’s only a couple of chapters left, and I can say that the anime was pretty faithful with the manga, with only a handful of scenes added (to fit the anime to the prescribed number of episodes, I guess?) I’m still looking for the novel. Hopefully it’s been translated in English. Will the anime and manga version prove faithful to the original version? Let’s find out in the near future.
I just came back from the dentist today, and the anesthesia’s starting to wear off, and my face hurt as fuck. A few minutes ago I thought I’m having migraines, but I just realized that it’s my whole face that’s hurting, not my head. Guess that’s what happens if they pull out a couple and most of them are wisdom teeth. Sheesh.
I’m just waiting for the anesthesia to wear off completely and the painkiller to take effect, so here I am trying to pass the time by reading.
Once I woke up later I’ll try my very best to write up a review about the manga and anime. Bear with me.
It’s 2am today and I’m not yet done cleaning my emails and managing my subscriptions. But I found a surprise in one of my mails, a list of songs I listened way back 2012 (a list of my 2012 VL credits attached to boot). The titles are intriguing enough, which for sure the me today would understand why the 2012 me saved it way back for future reference.
Which made me wonder, what was I thinking that time I first listened to the songs? What feelings did these songs roused in me?
These two were somber, melancholic. Gorgeous and haunting, as one commenter puts it.
Now I remember why. I had this post-rock fever years ago. Every night I’d listen to Mogwai, Sigur Ros, God is an Astronaut, Tides from Nebula, Caspian, Mono, etc. There’s something with the genre that captivated me. Let’s say that it’s like poetry. I may not be able to understand exactly what the words/melody meant, but the feelings they invoke are quite clear.
We’ll now the fever’s subsided, I don’t listen to post-rock that much these days, but those feelings are still with me. As much as I wanted to listen to them again as often as I could, too bad the office environment can be quite noisy, so listening to these artists made it more difficult. I guess I’ll just listen to them while I’m at home.