Have you ever wondered what a decent live action re-make of an anime would look like? Sure we have the Dragonball Fail and The Last Shamalan Movie, but I'm talking about something that is at least passable. Death Note. I'll give you that. But really, it doesn't live up to it's original format. Well, perhaps the Ouran High School Host Club live action TV show has some hope.
The first episode of the live action came out around mid-to-late July with a flimsy rating of 1.1%. But really, the show does deserve more respect than it gets. It's time slot was around 1 AM, so naturally the ratings for any show would suck. But, if Ouran continued during prime-time... would it still have such a flimsy rating? My answer: No.
Living in my sheltered igloo I can honestly say I am not familiar with Japanese live action shows. The only one I've seen is, briefly, TENCHIJIN whilst on exchange a few years ago. Which is why I didn't touch Ouran until now. Due to my unfamiliarity with the genera, I found myself a little bit surprised upon watching Ouran. Ultimately it follows the original Ouran plot fairly well and I don't really have any problem with the characters and casting. Although the twenty year old man playing Hunny is a bit strange.
The show plays up to the anime's original craziness very well. While
the effect and cinematography are either cheesy or reminiscent of a soap
opera. The actor of Tamaki is able to pull off the flamboyant anime
personality fairly well and the entire cast nearly lives up to their
animated rolls. While you're not going to get an exact replica, you get a pretty decent cast and set of characters.
The humour itself is strange. 100% Japanese. And not the animated humour. Those Japanese love to be excessively expressive.
Of course, this is only to expect from a pure Japanese creation. I did
find myself laughing like an idiot, I wasn't sure if it was because it
was so cheesy, or because that's exactly what the humour was going for.
All I know was that it was hella entertaining. Great comedy I need to
watch more of, or train wreak I can't look away from. Honestly I have no
Come watching this live action rendition with low expectations and come out surprised. That's how I felt.
fanfiction Pastiche for All Quiet On The Western Front. An English assignment that I’m strangely proud of. A letter from Paul to home after returning to the Front.
On the Western Front,
October 15 1917
How have you been? Has fall treated you well so far? It is cold here, but sometimes I feel it is more of a placebo than the truth. Winter will be freezing though. That is for certain. When the snow falls I hope at least you have the common sense to stay inside and keep your toes.
There is nothing I yearn for more than the musty sweet smell of paper between my fingertips. I never realized I could miss such a simple pleasure. I had forgotten what a real book smelled like, until I returned home. But now the lingering sent of the old and dry pages tug at my heartstrings. I would be lying if I told you I had missed the Front, but even still I would be sad to return home.
Every time I inhale through my nose all I can smell are rats and men. Overall, the trenches smell like the colour brown. The lice and rats seem to be a much more formidable force than the French themselves, but on a good day we are able to retaliate to some extent. Luckily our food remains unscathed. I guess even the rats are smart enough to stay from that.
I cannot help but regret returning home during my leave. I only wished to stay and start over again. I missed the sights, smells, and most of all you and Mother. But a part of me is glad that I am back on the Front. I find solstice being with familiar comrades. While I find such satisfaction, I do not find sleep. The shaking and screeching of the shells refuse to rest, like crickets on a summer day, save crickets are easily crushed in your hands while sometimes I feel powerless against the bombs.
Kat, Kropp, Muller, and Tjaden are all well. I feel more than lucky to reunite with these men. Tjaden is still discovering new ways to win smokes off of me. By the end of the week I expect to be stealing them back. Even still, these men are like my bothers and despite their flaws I could not ask for better friends. One of these days you will have to meet them. Perhaps not Leer, it might be best for a lady to stay at least twenty paces from him unless they’re searching for a man with a smutty mouth.
I hope to return home no sooner than promised, with not a single Wound Badge. And on that day I promise to provide for you and for Mother better than I have already.
Send cigarettes and socks.