When the all-star American basketball team, Team Jabberwock, have their first international game against Team Strky of Japan, they absolutely demolish them before trash-talking the entire country about its basketball players in an incredibly offensive and racist tirade – to the audience’s own faces. Kuroko, Kagami and the generation of miracles decide to show Team Jabberwock what Japanese basketball players are really about.
Now, when I finished the final and kinda disappointing chapter of Naruto was all read and done, I noticed the whole “But next Spring..!” thing and you know what? I was somewhat relieved. Don’t get me wrong – I wasn’t excited either, given how horribly dragged out the series got, to the point where, half way through the war they were fighting a giant sand man with oil and shiz, and I was literally reading it to see it end.
But I was relieved because I saw this new series as a chance for Masashi Kishimoto to go back to the series’ roots of badassery and humour, and perhaps give us a better-told and better-thought-out storyline this time around.
As much as the Great British weather tries to convince us otherwise, summer is finally on its way. And so what great timing to post this review of an animated film that I really should have watched sooner: Summer Wars!
So one day I was on the bus home from college and I wondered to myself: “When you mix the age of samurai with beatboxing, breakdancing and graffiti taging wars, what do you get? Well, I’ll be damned if I don’t go and find out.”
I found out that they blend together surprisingly well.