It’ll just increase the intensity
- Fuuka is a manga adaptation by shitlord studio Diomedea that garnered quite a bit of a reputation before release due to the fact that the original source was written by Seo Kouji, the guy responsible for rage-fests like Suzuka and Kimi no Iru Machi. And if you ever needed a reason to not pay attention to the fanbase whilst watching anime, then this show encapsulates why it’s a bad idea. Pretty much everyone was hinting at a certain “twist” that happens in the future from Day 1, ignorantly blind to the fact that there might be people who don’t read manga that watch this show. And when it turned out said anime wasn’t going that direction, they pretty much raged like the unpleasable fucks they were.
- Not that I can’t sympathize, as I knew of the twist beforehand and wanted it to come too after sitting through five minutes of this show.
- Fuuka is a story about some Twitter addict named Yu Haruna and the love triangle he ends up getting involved in between his childhood friend and popular idol Koyuki Hinashi and a girl who literally beat the shit out of him at first meeting, but in this bizarre universe said beating leads to “falling in love”, named Fuuka Akitsuki. It’s one of those romance stories that tries to make the protagonist more identifiable to their lonely male fanbase, only to shortchange said relatability by having fantasy girlfriends after him through no effort on his own part. And having the characters be more frustrating to watch than a horror movie with a contrived reason to disable cell phones.
- To be fair, Koyuki is tolerable, although the very nature of her existence is a bit hard to swallow. I mean a meek-looking childhood friend who ended up becoming a hot-looking popular sensation? However, Fuuka is just fucking dumb on a fundamental level with her refusal to own a cell phone and her inability to use something we humans call common sense. She barely even shows up in the story after like four episodes, which makes it hard for me to buy into the supposed feelings she suddenly gains for our sad sack of a protagonist when it comes time for the finale.
- And speaking of Yu, he’s somewhere in-between Fuuka levels of dumb and Koyuki levels of nice, and since neither character is all that good, I think my opinion of him is perfectly clear.
- Watching these three dance around their feelings for twelve episodes is not fun, especially when you consider how bad Seo Kouji stories are at mixing anime cliches with realistic storytelling. And it’s all the uninspired cliches to boot, like boob grabbing and females showing off more skin than a strippers’ convention, which always puts a halt on progress whenever it rears its ugly and never makes me laugh to boot.
- Mind you, it would be more tolerable if the serious storytelling wasn’t also equally uninspired. In addition to the love triangle stuff, Fuuka is also about Yu creating a band with the title character and a few friends who conveniently drop into their lives and whose backstories add fuck all to the plot. We don’t actually see them practice, mostly wasting time on band trips and conversations about practice, so it’s hard to buy into how magically good they are when they start playing. And while the songs are okay for the most part, it’s always the same two or three tracks, and there’s been so many concert scenes in anime since the first season of Haruhi that it’s no longer a novelty.
- The music in general adds nothing more than a convenient connection for the love triangle stuff to happen considering all three sides are passionate about the subject. And while the conflicts that usually arise from love triangles tend to make me hammer nails into my head, Fuuka’s solution of removing the conflict and replacing it with nothing isn’t a better alternative.
- Things sort of liven up when Yu discovers and returns Koyuki’s feelings, but their time dating is a bore due to consisting of nothing but foreshadowing about how they’re not a good match for each other whilst having interactions that make the ones between the main couple in Ordinal Scale look lively. Admittedly, the scene when they break up and decide to remain friends is also kinda nice, but that’s like 1% of the show. The other 99% is either on auto-pilot or dealing with Fuuka’s inexplicable feelings that seem to only exist because she’s the title character. I mean what self-respecting male would put up with a girl who won’t talk to them just because you were seen conversing with another female that you look up to?
- Also, I know Diomedea shows never look good, but Fuuka’s animation is ugly as sin, completely at odds with the nice-looking – if way too fanservice-y at points – artwork from the original comics. The visuals look washed-out, the backgrounds are dull, and none of the characters are particularly attractive, so nothing to slobber over either emotional-wise or physical-wise regarding the girls or the guys. Even the fucking snow was dull to watch. How the hell do you fuck up snow?
- So between the main heroine’s irritating nature, the poor quality of the visuals, and the complete lack of conflict to make the story exciting, I can understand why people wanted the fabled Truck-kun to show up. At least that’d be worth talking about, like the ending to Rewrite (either season) and how it totally wasn’t worth sitting through all the other episodes for. Unfortunately, in their effort to avert the disaster, the production team behind this show just made their anime completely mediocre, which is a far worse fate than being flat-out bad. About the only thing interesting to come out of it were the online discussions, and who the fuck judges an anime for that?
- Regardless of how you look at it, Fuuka is just a shit show through and through. It has no originality, it looks ugly, the music isn’t all that good, and it’s poorly incorporated into the narrative to boot. If I wanted to watch angsty teens playing music whilst falling in love with each other, I’d just watch Sakamichi no Apollon again.
- Isn’t it great to not give a fuck about manga?
- And I’ve still got to review Seiren after this.