...Eating a plate of meat. Like, good meat. Or salad. Whatever your favorite dish is. You like the taste, you like the texture, it's very good meat. Some of the best you've ever eaten. Next to it, a big bowl of your favorite flavor of ice cream. * Now, picture some dude, sitting next to you at your table, who INSISTS, every second bite of your steak, on forcing a spoonful of that ice cream into your meat-filled mouth whether you like it or not. And you have Highschool of the Dead in a nutshell. Likeable characters, surprisingly decent story, badass action. It has plenty going for it to be taken seriously. Straight zombie killing finally getting a foray into manga and anime... ...until you're quickly reminded that no, it's not about characters, or even killing zombies, as much as it is about watching hot chicks jiggle around with their legs spread. The world is ending, people are learning how to adapt, but who cares, this pair of F-cups is jiggling slightly differently than the other 328 times you guise!! The sheer amount of wasted potential drives me up the friggin' wall. And I'm not even gonna get started on the anime and its blubbering, hysterical mess of a female cast.
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