Blurring under miracles of snow
Aug. 19th, 2001 01:47 amMy wonderful housemate was all industrious this morning, and furiously cleaned house. I assuaged my guilt a little by sweeping and mopping, and then it was The Time of the Errands.
We braved the weekend coliseum of CostCo, fought some lions and gladiators, and escaped with soda and popcorn. And there were crafty bead-type things, and Jamba juice and lovely wonderful silk and velvet that I can't afford but had to have anyway. (It was 75% off, what could I do?)
I began assembling some concrete details on a birthday present I've been letting ferment in my brain for a while.
And there was a Barry and a Stuart and a Tony and a Cindy who all came to watch movies, and Leigh Ann hung out for a while and humoured us before dashing off for more exciting social engagements. I think people enjoyed all three films, which was nice, and then we watched a couple of hours of a cartoon called Samurai Jack which many of my friends had raved about before. And, like so many things that people I should have a lot in common with rave about, I thought it was 'pretty okay'.
Sometimes I think I must be missing something. There's still a lot about anime I know I Just Don't Get. But Tony loaned me Shamanic Princess, which he thinks I will like.
Then it was all late and everybody left and I went up to bed. Until like one-thirty or something, when I woke up and wasn't in any hurry to go back to sleep. Thank you, circadian rhythms. So you, faithful reader, get lots of spew about nothing in particular. Aren't you the jammy bastard?
We braved the weekend coliseum of CostCo, fought some lions and gladiators, and escaped with soda and popcorn. And there were crafty bead-type things, and Jamba juice and lovely wonderful silk and velvet that I can't afford but had to have anyway. (It was 75% off, what could I do?)
I began assembling some concrete details on a birthday present I've been letting ferment in my brain for a while.
And there was a Barry and a Stuart and a Tony and a Cindy who all came to watch movies, and Leigh Ann hung out for a while and humoured us before dashing off for more exciting social engagements. I think people enjoyed all three films, which was nice, and then we watched a couple of hours of a cartoon called Samurai Jack which many of my friends had raved about before. And, like so many things that people I should have a lot in common with rave about, I thought it was 'pretty okay'.
Sometimes I think I must be missing something. There's still a lot about anime I know I Just Don't Get. But Tony loaned me Shamanic Princess, which he thinks I will like.
Then it was all late and everybody left and I went up to bed. Until like one-thirty or something, when I woke up and wasn't in any hurry to go back to sleep. Thank you, circadian rhythms. So you, faithful reader, get lots of spew about nothing in particular. Aren't you the jammy bastard?
Re: The sad fact is...
Date: 2001-08-19 02:49 pm (UTC)I found Samurai Jack to be an action-packed, well-ambianced (ack! awkward phrase), and highly-stylized... cartoon, by which I mean that suffers from G.I. Joe syndrome (can't kill human bad guys but can wreak havoc on droids). And that's fine. Did I mention it was action-packed? The "Y7 FV" demographic in me really enjoyed it.
But back when I was actually at that age, Robotech impressed me more than any half-hour cartoon could because its episodic nature allowed for character development (unless they DIED!) and deeper story-telling. I suspect Robotech introduced many of us to real anime. It's great for nostalgia, looking back, but fails to aspire to cinematic literature.
Samurai Jack is just a cartoon, though quite keen. It'd be good fodder for getting youngsters interested in multicultural mythology. Or demonstrating admirable cinematics. I can imagine some UCLA film studies prof showing it parts of it side-by-side with _The Seven Samurai_.
Hm, long comment. Perhaps I should have posted it on my own livejournal. =)