Hi friends! In the middle of a recent episode of Darling in the Franxx, I stopped it—the episode, the show, everything. I guess it was only a matter of time before the masochistic thrill of watching the series achieve new heights of banality every week was no longer more appealing than stabbing my forehead repeatedly with a trowel. I will miss the rest of the season, and you know what? Franxxly, my dear, I don’t give a darling.
(Actually, if Darling delivered that line to Ichigo the way Rhett Butler said the original quote to Scarlet O’Hara in Gone with the Wind, I would watch that episode. And if he did it to 02, I’d finish the series.)
Instead, I’ve got back to watch, for the first time, one of Darling‘s venerable forerunners: Gurren Lagann. Only a few episodes in and that show is already all kinds of messed up, and you know what? Who cares?! Here’s a show that knows what it is and doesn’t try to be anything better. It’s comfortable with laughing at itself. It’s flashy and entertaining, full of the life that got squeezed out of Darling somewhere between scripting and production. In fact, I think I’ll go watch some more right now.
Peace out, friends!
I feel like that is probably the logical course. A logical course that I am not going to follow…
Sure thing, man. I know my opinion is in the minority here. 😸