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Mar

1

A dream of dreams that dreaming children have – What I learned from Sailor Moon

Part Two of a Four-Part Series

Anime girls in short skirts go around prattling about love and justice. Lesbians are really just cousins. Winged horses are perfectly fine candidates for soul mates. This is the world of Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon. In America the show is known by its English dub, one that toned the show down considerably to aim it at children, or in other words completely butchered the original work and destroyed any credibility it may have had in the states. I was one of those target children, so why has it taken me this long to come to like the series? It’s been history in Japan for thirteen years, and ten or nine in America. The answer is that much like my good friend RabbitSnore, I was too ashamed to admit that I was somehow intrigued by it. Mamoru and Usagi graze at each other However many years later when two of my favorite online associates Thereisnospoon303 and Dillrod90 made watching Sailor Moon a public event, I wanted to take part, partially because I value their opinions, but more honestly because I had definitely reached a point where I thought attractive anime girls might not be such a bad thing. I was ready for Sailor Moon. I had no idea what I was signing up for, and it ended up being a complete surprise. Now, having seen all two hundred episodes of all five seasons and two of the three movies, I can say I have gotten myself quite deep into the franchise. I know what the Japanese names of all the girls mean, I can recite the lyrics of countless opening and ending themes by heart, and can draw the characters without missing a detail. There are a lot of reasons for a person like me to like Sailor Moon, but should something like this be obvious from the offset? I am in no way the target audience, being male, American at that, and supposedly too old to fall for sappy love stories, so this shouldn’t be for me, am I right? What is it about this series that could make it so likable? What gives it this undeniable charm? Tuxedo Kamen waits for tennis

For me this series turned out to be a great find. It’s a perfect example of how anime was produced in the 1990’s – featuring beautiful backgrounds, lots of scenes involving school and ordinary everyday life and not to mention funky Jpop music mixed in with a beautiful orchestral score. It was tons of fun to see the enigmatic Tuxedo Kamen throw roses at giant tennis ball monsters and for Sailor Moon to defeat enemies with attacks such as “Starlight Honeymoon Therapy Kiss.” This kind of silliness is not for everyone however, and there’s plenty of skepticism to be had for a series that sells its characters on the fact that they show a lot of leg, but it was not too difficult for me to look past that to get a clearer vision of what it’s really about.
Wrong Rei

My friends Thereisnospoon303, RabbitSnore and Dillrod90 probably view the series from the point of view of the reserved and mature college boyfriend, Chiba Mamoru. As a high school student I didn’t quite see it from that perspective, instead I see the plot from the point of view of the five girls. I can identify with them in a certain way; if it’s goofing off one day then being serious about studies the next, believe it or not these girls cover a lot of the same ground that I do. The character I feel I connect to most is Rei, serious, jiving, and highly supportive of the naïve and childish Usagi. Underneath the Shrine Maiden that greets people at the Hikawa Shrine, there is a young woman that harbors deep feelings of determination to fulfill her aspirations, having an “international life of success.” Rei’s character is written in such a way that tells me that it’s fine to dream big, and the more open and determined one is the greater their likelihood to achieve their goals.
The Right Rei

Points such as these are scattered all throughout the series, there to encourage young viewers as they grew up with the characters. I’m required to think about adolescent issues daily, and I deeply appreciate being able to bring my own life to the characters of this campy show. They all live in a bright world where adolescence is happy and innocent, and evil is repelled with the power of love and friendship. It isn’t accurate, but it is inspirational. I’ll take this over watching Michael Cera get wasted in SuperBad any day. It can be disappointing to see many types of questionable behavior advertised in entertainment to the teenage audience, so it is refreshing to see something so far on the other end of the spectrum for once. The world is by no means as peaceful or optimistic as Usagi-chan would make it out to be, but hell I believe in a world where one can go for their dreams, and maybe even have a miracle romance. It may be sappy; it may be unrealistic, but it’s sweet, and it’s something I can appreciate. It has proven to me that shoujo anime is not something that should simply be written off as substandard kiddy fare, and that it can in fact communicate important messages. There is much to say for how the writers decide to bring in these themes, and they rarely have anything to do with the skirts.

So what is the purpose of tackling a project as large as watching 200 episodes? It is to be entertained, to learn something new, and perhaps to achieve an unexpected result, such as learning something about yourself. If one looks hard enough they can discover a lot in this series, and whether it’s to like it for its lighthearted and silly scenes or its more reflective and dark ones is entirely the preference of the viewer. I’m sure to most the fanbase seems onerous or averting as is often the case with anime fans, but it is important to remember that different people enjoy things for different reasons. I like Sailor Moon because it showed me an optimistic and enticing fantasy world that hits close to home, and perhaps it even gave me a better idea of how my miracle romance may turn out some day, all in the format of a campy action and romance ‘90s cartoon. Others may like it for simply the skirts alone, or for the bizarre humor. Whatever reason one may have, there’s plenty to find and appreciate in this quirky yet strangely alluring tale.

That’s what Sailor Moon says.

Feb

5

Ohayocon 2010: RabbitSnore's Account

Category: Editorial, Poop News, Site News | 11 Comments

Dec

29

What I Learned from Sailor Moon

Category: Media, Editorial | 7 Comments

Around the middle of September this year, I began watching the Sailor Moon anime. I began watching the show because a thread about it had grown on the Forum, and my oldest friend, Thereisnospoon303, was an active participant of the thread — much to my surprise, given that I had been utterly unaware of his propensity for the show. My first exposure to the show was as a child in elementary school, catching bits and pieces of the English dub on television before school, and at the time, I felt it was my social duty as a budding male to detest this girly drivel — so I did, with as much pretended passion as I could muster, all the while suppressing my tacit curiosity about the show: there seemed to be more to the show than for what I was giving it credit, but it would have been humiliating to express that, and I wasn’t nearly articulate enough to adequately defend myself if I came under criticism for it from family or peers. After all, this shit was made for preteen girls, right?

At the time I am writing this, I have watched 120 episodes, which amounts to 48 continuous hours of time spent watching a Japanese cartoon about magical schoolgirls in the ‘90s. If in August you were to tell me that in three months I would have spent that much time watching a cartoon which as a child engendered embarrassment for me to even stand in the same room as a television playing it, I would have said you were crazy and should have a CAT scan performed to investigate the possibility that a brain tumor was perhaps pressing on the part of your brain which keeps you from being fucking stupid. But that would have been the socially awkward child in me speaking, the child who my therapist keeps telling me is sad, alone, and afraid to form interpersonal connections.

My therapist also tells me that dream I keep having means that I want to dig my teeth into the nipples of every woman I meet because of unresolved issues with my mother.

Whatever.

Yet here I am, able to tell you that Ami Mizuno is a Virgo and that Minako Aino’s least favorite food is shitake mushrooms. Apart from attributing my unexpected appreciation of Sailor Moon to severe mental illness and repressed childhood trauma, it is difficult to account for this course of events.

But perhaps it’s not so strange that I ended up liking Sailor Moon enough to watch over 120 episodes of it, put 15 hours of soundtrack music on my computer hard drive and MP3 player, and spend enough time to learn the rudiments of a musical instrument on watching it. Perhaps the series isn’t bereft of merit. Perhaps with an open mind, it is possible to discern the value of a ‘90s anime about schoolgirls and a college boy in a top hat who throws roses at formulaic monsters. Perhaps there really is some redeeming quality to this crap. Or maybe I could benefit from a hefty dosage of Thorazine after all – but I’m going to go with the thesis that there is a point to all this stuff, that there is a reason I love it, and as long as I allow myself to love it, it’s more fun than I would have ever guessed. There’s something about this show that keeps it from being buried irredeemably under its flaws and places it in one of the few warm places in the hollow chambers of my cold heart.

There’s a charm about Sailor Moon I quietly detected as a child, even from the shitty English dub I was originally exposed to, and after watching the subtitled Japanese version, I can better understand what it is that gave it the staying power of over 200 TV episodes, several full-length movies, and several musical theatrical performances and gave it the appeal to prompt me to watch so damn much of it. The series’ charm is the charm of having enough subtlety and enough unexpected twists to stay interesting, even while sticking to a fairly predictable formula. There’s no surprise when the heroes save the day, and it’s uncommon for an episode to end unhappily. Nevertheless, I find myself watching the show to complete the formula, to see what exactly happens, even if I know how it will ultimately end. It’s like solving a mathematical equation that I know is balanced or watching a movie I’ve already seen: I feel the need to finish it even if I know, in some way, what will happen; I just need the details.

Let me be clear about this: I didn’t expect to enjoy the show. Despite my suspicion there was more to it than what I thought of it as a child, I approached the show with my usually high level of cynicism and skepticism. But I kept an open mind, and I was rewarded with an enjoyable experience. Being the brooding and introspective fellow that I am, I gave a great deal of thought to this unexpected turn of events, and I realized some key lessons that I learned about how to enjoy yourself when encountering new media, like a new show or film.

The following are what I have come to believe is the key to having a good time with new stuff. It’s how I fell in love with Sailor Moon, and maybe it can work for you!

# 1: Do not mistake your preferences for an objective measure of quality. Remember that what you like is not necessarily reflective of the media’s objective quality. In fact, I would argue that media does not have objective, quantifiable goodness or badness; there are merely opinions and responses. If some media appeals to one person or group and not to you, it can be difficult to understand what the hell they see in it…. I have this trouble with fans of the Twilight series all the time…. But if you accept the fact that people can feel differently about different things, you come to realize that nothing is good or bad in any real sense. This is not to say, however, that you should not allow yourself to get riled up about media. If you didn’t, things would get quite boring, now wouldn’t they?

# 2: Remember that nothing is perfect, even if you love it. This is closely related to #1. It is great to love your favorite shows, books, movies, and music and go on rants about how heavenly they are, but never - never - let that love blind you from the flaws of the media. By flaws, I mean elements of the media which prevent it from fulfilling its intention: animation flubs, poor sound quality, crappy editing, lousy voice acting, and dialogue that sounds like it was written by a first grader with a blood clot in the frontal lobe of his brain. But it’s okay to love something that isn’t perfect in every way. In fact, things, again, would be rather boring if what you loved were perfect… and this brings us to #3….

# 3: Love the good; laugh at the bad. While I think it’s great to be passionate about the things that work in your favorite media and also great to get riled about the flaws in media you don’t like, it’s important to be able to relax and remember that you’re probably not talking about something which will threaten the lives of millions or cause the AIDS epidemic in Africa to worsen… probably.

At the end of the day, you should be able lay in bed and to feel good about the way that Mark Hamill played The Joker in Batman: The Animated Series, and you should be able to say to yourself, “My god, I hate the voice of Artemis in the English dub, but dammit, I will be able to sleep tonight without having nightmares of a white cat saying, “Computer findings point to yes.” That is, when exposed to train wrecks such as US Catman in Lethal Track, you ought to be able to laugh at how horrendous they are – and this goes for moments of gracelessness in your favorite media as well. When characters are off-model in your favorite animation or when otherwise good actors deliver their lines as if they have suddenly lost several points of IQ, admit that it’s bad and laugh at it. Letting yourself admit that things are not perhaps the way they should be is much healthier – and much funnier – than denying it and trying to make excuses for it. And this is why you should…

# 4: Be willing to laugh at yourself. Leave behind your strict, canonical standards and live a little. Allowing yourself to like things that aren’t perfect is much more fun than being stuck up about it.

A good deal of the animation in Sailor Moon falls short of expectations, even by ‘90s standards, and it’s no secret that much of the dialogue can be stilted and formulaic. In spite of these flaws, I retain my appreciation for the show. I laugh at how many times the characters ask each other if they’re all right and how the same animation is recycled episode after episode whenever the characters transform. It has gotten to the point where I enjoy seeing the same old animation; it’s like being wrapped in a security blanket – only the security blanket is an underage schoolgirl wearing a sailor fuku.

My point is that you should strike a balance between accepting the flaws of your favorite things and loving them madly; these things are not incompatible. Don’t take things too seriously, and you will do just fine. Love what you love, and don’t get too hung up on trying to defend it from all criticism. It is my suspicion that, at worst, not practicing the suggestions I’ve outlined here can lead to elitism and xenophobia, sometimes to the extent of the old “War on AIDS” debacle. At best, however, you can have a damn good time not taking things too seriously, lying back and enjoying the way Tuxedo Kamen always shows up just in the nick of time.

Watch Sailor Moon on Youtube here.
Read a fan translation of the manga here.
Torrent the complete series here.
Discuss Sailor Moon on the forum here.

Article by RabbitSnore.

Mar

18

Poop Review: Johannes Brahms Can’t Make Up His Mind to Steal a Small Black Child

Category: Editorial, Quick Reviews, Poop News, Site News | 4 Comments

The following is a poop review by Malkmusian on RideTheCatfish’s poop which can be found here.

The average public service announcement has always been unexpected, filled with banal acting, deplorable puns, and always the most mixed of mixed messages. These announcements are usually set towards teenagers now, from the commercials with teens getting into trouble just because they did a shot of heroin (They’ve obviously have not heard the song “Heroin” by the Velvet Underground) and those iconic Above PSA videos are renowned for their realistic portrayals of the everyman. the Influence spots (from deflated girls to boys with their fists in their mouths). These commercials have all been blown away with probably the newest of the Commercial YouTube Poop source: “Raisin Brahms“. The commercial is just great, better than the other PSAs I have seen, but what made me go towards this commercial was RideTheCatfish’s poop, “Johannes Brahms Can’t Make Up His Mind to Steal a Small Black Child“.

The first thing that struck me about this poop was that it focused on the schizophrenic antics of the now deceased composer Johannes Brahms as he markets a breakfast cereal geared to the African American market, as if they needed more art in their life. Instead of focusing on the beards that the kids grew because they were influenced by the “Ahts” to grow beards (Carlin and Vliet taught them well), it focuses on how Brahms can fix walls by manipulating the fabric of space and time without producing the effect similar to an astronaut going into the components of a monolith. Not only can he travel through time with his box of Raisin Brahms and his grand piano, he likes to enunciate words with his “TAAAAAG” yell, such as Raisin “BrAAAAAhms” and even speaking backwards as to hide his true intentions for the cereal. What saddens me is that he is also a child molester, stealing children while going back in time with his grand piano and breakfast cereal.

The second thing that struck me was the acting of the actors in the poop. In the original commercial, they acted like as if they were in a commercial for a true breakfast cereal, but in the poop, RideTheCatfish manipulates their acting skills so well, it seems like they’re in a David The power of expression was achieved by legendary actor Red Cormanwallacer. Lynch production. For example, when Brahms steals Suzy and travels back to 1860s Germany, the father is just dumbfounded by the series of events. After gaining enough strength to speak his mantra, he states, “Suzy?” as if he was shocked by what happened. That one line tells if the father’s going to get revenge on Brahms for stealing his child and that answer is yes. His tone and his act of questioning resonates his inner feelings for the German composer.

The third and final thing that struck me was the product placement. Sure, since I have seen too many CD-i poops with product placement from Toyota and Sony, I’m not big of a fan of focusing on endorsing one’s object through the Poop medium, but this poop has taught me otherwise. It not only gives a very good plot on Brahms’ breakdown enhanced by superb acting, but it gives a very good idea on how to make a commercial for a breakfast cereal. They shouldn’t focus on the nutritional facts and cereal mascots; they should have a story to it while compelling you to buy the cereal. Ever since I saw this poop, I have now decided to buy Raisin Brahms and Genesis’ Oat Porridge from my local Kroger, the floral department still under major refurbishment. I have had a bite and now, I am in love with the arts, I can fully comprehend the poop, and to top it off, I have a stylish white beard.

In conclusion, “Johannes Brahms Can’t Make Up His Mind to Steal a Small Black Child” deserves a 4-and-a-half stars out of a possible How many classical musicians can you name? five because it’s, in my opinion, one of my favorite poops that has a compelling story, acting, and some good product placement I do not regret. Why it does not earn a possible five is because most of the time, Brahms is spent yelling at the black family “GUTEN TAG” and traveling back in time. If he had stayed with the family, then the poop would be a little bit better. Still, I laughed, I cried, I urinated in my skinny jeans, and I applauded for this poop.

Mar

10

Critical Analysis: I’m sick of your goddamn silliness

Category: Editorial | 12 Comments

Critiquing Poop as if it were conventional film or literature may seem counterintuitive. Poop by its nature is resistant to analysis and criticism that tries to make some kind of meaning explicit from what may outwardly seem confusing and inarticulate. To some reviewers with lofty ideals who perhaps hope to or already do boast BA’s and MA’s in literary or film studies, this kind of analysis has appeal however. It does in fact have appeal to me as well. The overwhelming majority of critical articles, however, seem to view Poop under the lens of film terminology and literary terminology applied to more conventional art.

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Poop Review: Johannes Brahms Can’t Make Up His Mind to Steal a Small Black Child

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Critical Analysis: I’m sick of your goddamn silliness