Nipples nipples nipples nipples.
Wow. That was… geez.
I’m actually at a bit of a loss on how to write about Lupin III: The Woman Called Fujiko Mine. I’m trying to recover from the sheer volume of nipples I saw in it. It was, quite frankly, overwhelming, and it felt a bit like they were trying too hard to impress the fact that this is DARK and EDGY Lupin upon the audience.
I will say this: the art style was pretty cool. I always enjoy it when the artists do something a little different than the shiny, shiny stuff that’s become standard everywhere else. And, no, I don’t mean the SHAFT approach to doing things differently either; I like some of the SHAFT stuff, but a lot of times it feels like quirks for the sake of quirkiness. In the abstract, it’s cool, but then you watch ef~a tale of melodies~ and you want to stab someone after having watched the characters get covered in text while someone babbles for five minutes for the fourth time that episode.
While Lupin III: Fujiko looks pretty awesome, I’m not exactly entranced by the material. This is probably in large part, though, because I’m not into Lupin III, nor am I exactly enamored of the genre itself. The last phantom thief anime or manga I enjoyed were Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne and Saint Tail… both magical girl franchises. I’m pretty sure there’s a connection there that isn’t coincidental.
I liked the OP, although it lacked music, and I’m not sure if it actually was the OP. I also liked it even though it was nippletastic.
I can say that the first episode was completely accessible for the uninitiated.
I’ll probably watch the next episode just to give it another try, but as you can probably tell, I wasn’t exactly enamored of this episode. I didn’t dislike it; it just didn’t interest me beyond the art direction
The nipple presence was overwhelming. I probably wouldn’t think that if it weren’t for the quick scene where Fujiko ziplines down the shrine using her invincible top, with her boobs jiggling to and fro on descent. I even rewound that hoping she used something other than her top.. but alas, this is what we got.
I enjoy the atmosphere and dynamics but I think the plot was lacking an adrenaline kick.
I just giggled away when that happened. Good move on the Macguyver scale, but, still, talk about absurd.
Admittedly it wasn’t the most tasteful start, but it’s crass exploitation at what could be best passed off as art. Yeah, nipples, but also… well, nipples. And tits in general. I think that’s all anybody remembers aside from the jazz soundtrack, really.
I honestly wouldn’t have minded the nipples if they hadn’t been quite so constant. It just felt overwhelming and off-putting.