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WORKS and ARTISTS I RECOMMEND
All of Us Are Dead
Arcane
A Series of Unfortunate Events
Bastard
Beastars (manga)
Blue Lock
Blue Period
BoJack Horseman
Bone
Broker
Calvin & Hobbes
Chainsaw Man (part 1)
Don't Hug Me I'm Scared
Drive My Car
Dusklight Saga
Evangelion
Everything Everywhere All at Once
Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood (dub)
Gantz
Ghost in the Shell (1995)
Gone with the Wind (1936)
Goodnight Punpun
Gormenghast
Greta Gerwig
GTO (manga)
Hamlet
Hamlet (2018 Andrew Scott)
Hayao Miyazaki
Hunter x Hunter (2011)
I Saw the Devil
Jujutsu Kaisen
Kim Tae-ri
Lamb
Look Back
Lord of the Flies
Lucifer (2016)
Malazan Book of the Fallen
Magus of the Library
MAUS
Mushoku Tensei
My Liberation Notes
My Mister
NOPE
Oldboy
One Piece
Parasite
Park Chan-wook films
Peter and the Starcatchers
Ruri Dragon
Sandman (comics, Audible, Netflix)
Secret Sunshine
Solanin
Somebody
Something in the Rain
Sonny Boy
The Boys
The Count of Monte Cristo
The Legend of Korra
The Library at Mount Char
The Lord of the Rings
The Wailing
The Wasteland
Tower of God
Triangle of Sadness, and The Square
Umineko
Vagabond
Vinland Saga
Virginia Woolf
Weak Hero Class 1
Wheel of Time (NOVELS ONLY)
Worm

To be a weeb, or not a weeb -- that is the question:
Whether ‘tis weebier in the mind to suffer
The trash and fanservice of seasonal anime,
Or to brace eyes against a sea of sequels
And by opposing drop them. To stop watching --
No more; and by stop watching to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand sublime shocks
The mind is susceptible to: ‘tis a dream
Devoutly to be wish’d. To stop watching;
To stop, perchance to stand up -- ay, there’s the rub:
For in that absence of life what ennui may come,
When we have shuffled off this curse of Japan,
Must give us pause -- there’s the stigma
That makes calamity of so childish cartoons.
For who would bear waiting for next week’s episode,
Th’ studio’s indolence, the filler’s futility,
The pangs of romcom strife, plot armor’s delay,
The insolence of writing, and the spurns
That tasteless tard of th’ trash watches,
When he himself might his mind enlighten
With an intelligent eye? Who would elitists bear,
To critique and slander under self-righteous pomp,
But that the dread of something better than anime,
The undiscovere’d medium, from whose worlds
No former weeb returns, stymies the desire,
And makes us rather hear more “oi oi”
Than seek out others that we know not of?
Thus addiction does make weebs of us all,
And thus the puerile state of “need more pls”
Is tainted by the plan to watch list,
And commitments to other parts of life
With anime in mind their priorities fall away
And lose the name of action.