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7/3/2025, 5:46:15 AM
HOLY. ACTUAL. MOTHER. OF. GOD.
What the hell did I just watch? Why did nobody tell me this was the pinnacle of modern animation? I started this as a joke, okay? I thought it was going to be some dumb ecchi-bait garbage with a clickbait title and maybe two good sakuga cuts if I was lucky. Instead I got pure, concentrated, ethanol-fueled perfection distilled into 23 minutes. Episode 1 alone is better than most entire series. I’m not kidding. I laughed. I cried. I ascended.
The way it opens with that sakura-pink can cracking open in slow-mo, the hyper-realistic sound design, and then BAM—suddenly we’re diving into the melancholic inner world of a woman who wears lipstick like it's war paint to hide the scars of domestic stagnation. And then the husband drinks the wrong can and the OP starts playing backwards in reverse chrono-slice-montage? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, WHO WROTE THIS? God? Was God the series composer?
I haven’t been this emotionally obliterated since FLCL and I am dead serious. But FLCL was a manic teenager’s coming-of-age rock opera—Chuhai Lips is the post-marriage hangover of existential dread, desire, and sparkling citrus despair. It’s like if Satoshi Kon and Junji Ito collaborated on a shoujo-adult-drama but made it psychosexual and sponsored by Asahi.
There’s a scene at exactly 12:41 in the first episode where she says, “It’s only bitter at the first sip,” and looks out the window as the train passes. I paused. I paused. I had to walk around my room. I haven't done that since I saw Haruko pull a bass guitar out of Naota’s head. This anime is not just good. It’s transcendent. I feel like I’ve been personally vaporized and remixed as carbonated vapor.
If this keeps up and the OST drops on vinyl, I’m buying two copies—one to play and one to marry.
FLCL walked so Chuhai Lips could slap me across the face and whisper “I still love you” as the ED fades in.
AOTY? No. AOTDECADE.
10/10. No notes. Maybe one more can.
What the hell did I just watch? Why did nobody tell me this was the pinnacle of modern animation? I started this as a joke, okay? I thought it was going to be some dumb ecchi-bait garbage with a clickbait title and maybe two good sakuga cuts if I was lucky. Instead I got pure, concentrated, ethanol-fueled perfection distilled into 23 minutes. Episode 1 alone is better than most entire series. I’m not kidding. I laughed. I cried. I ascended.
The way it opens with that sakura-pink can cracking open in slow-mo, the hyper-realistic sound design, and then BAM—suddenly we’re diving into the melancholic inner world of a woman who wears lipstick like it's war paint to hide the scars of domestic stagnation. And then the husband drinks the wrong can and the OP starts playing backwards in reverse chrono-slice-montage? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, WHO WROTE THIS? God? Was God the series composer?
I haven’t been this emotionally obliterated since FLCL and I am dead serious. But FLCL was a manic teenager’s coming-of-age rock opera—Chuhai Lips is the post-marriage hangover of existential dread, desire, and sparkling citrus despair. It’s like if Satoshi Kon and Junji Ito collaborated on a shoujo-adult-drama but made it psychosexual and sponsored by Asahi.
There’s a scene at exactly 12:41 in the first episode where she says, “It’s only bitter at the first sip,” and looks out the window as the train passes. I paused. I paused. I had to walk around my room. I haven't done that since I saw Haruko pull a bass guitar out of Naota’s head. This anime is not just good. It’s transcendent. I feel like I’ve been personally vaporized and remixed as carbonated vapor.
If this keeps up and the OST drops on vinyl, I’m buying two copies—one to play and one to marry.
FLCL walked so Chuhai Lips could slap me across the face and whisper “I still love you” as the ED fades in.
AOTY? No. AOTDECADE.
10/10. No notes. Maybe one more can.
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