Reviews: Miguzi

It's Underrated.

Animation enthusiasts throughoug the 'net have formed a heated Hatedom around this Johnny-come-lately Cartoon Network programming block. Most of that hatred comes from the fact that Toonami had, throughout the years, achieved the status of Trusted Friend to its fans and viewers, so when it finally closed up shop, all those feelings of sadness and betrayal went rogue and set out to rip apart the block that showed up to haunt Toonami's former after-school airtime. That block was Miguzi.

Now, certain things can't be denied. Junior never had anything resembling the charisma of its spiritual predecessor. Whereas Toonami gave us TOM, SARA, and occasional footage of celebrities and the Network's celebrated cartoonists, Miguzi insisted on offending our eyeballs and ears with the gaudiest, ugliest, most unpleasant mascots since God, in His great mercy, rid the world of the Banana Splits. It also had a lame tendency to change its schedule more often than most Tropers change their underwear and to spend weeks on end whoring one particular show to the disadvantage of all the others.

But here's the thing: Miguzi's shows weren't bad. They weren't. Really. In fact, very often it ran quality programming. Teen Titans was there, for starters; that one was already a reliable Toonami standby and one of the Network's last great (successful) efforts. It also brought the Ninja Turtles to Cartoon Network and gave us our first taste of the surprisingly well-written and sophisticated Code Lyoko. And, let's be honest here. How many of you first discovered those "strange feelings" whilst sitting through Totally Spies? Raise your hands.

So: it sucks when something you hold dear gives way to something new and alien. We're all guilty of it; I myself have cursed the heavens for Ben10 after the credits rolled at the end of "Things Change" and Code Lyoko was ingloriously given the boot three feet from the end. But Miguzi really should be judged based on its own merits and not based on the unfortunate time of its arrival. It's naught but a memory now, after all, and if you look at the big picture, you can't help but miss it.