Ah, yet another attempt to critique my impeccable taste with the tired "L taste" label. How original. And yet, you dare to present Monster and 20th Century Boys as some sort of evidence of your supposedly superior taste? Allow me to address these choices with the disdain they deserve.
First, Monster. Ah yes, Urasawa’s overhyped, melodramatic thriller that desperately tries to mask its simplicity with moral ambiguity. Sure, Johan Liebert is an interesting antagonist—if you enjoy the idea of a villain being evil for the sake of being evil. But for all its pretensions of exploring the "dark side of humanity," Monster ultimately boils down to a chase story that drags on for far longer than necessary. The same psychological games and moral dilemmas repeat ad nauseam, spoon-feeding the audience its themes like we’re children in need of constant hand-holding. You think this is peak manga? Perhaps it’s time to elevate your standards.
And then we have 20th Century Boys, a manga that pretends to be deep with its convoluted plot twists and overly complicated narrative structure. Urasawa builds his mysteries by throwing red herrings left and right, hoping readers will mistake complexity for substance. But in reality, it’s nothing more than a bloated exercise in nostalgia and half-baked conspiracies. Where’s the philosophical depth? Where’s the existential despair that courses through the very veins of a masterpiece like Blame!? Oh, right—20th Century Boys is far too busy playing with its nostalgic, “Look how smart we are” themes to achieve any real intellectual merit.
And let’s not forget the pacing. Both of these series drag. Urasawa seems to think that endlessly stretching out a mystery is the same as building tension. It's not. It's tedious. Meanwhile, Blame! accomplishes more in a single panel—without dialogue—than Urasawa could in ten volumes of over-explained, meandering plot. But I wouldn’t expect you to appreciate that level of minimalism. It requires a certain intellectual maturity that is clearly lacking here.
So before you throw around accusations of "L taste," I suggest you reflect on the mediocrity of your own preferences. I'll be over here, reveling in the silent, architectural brilliance of Blame!, secure in the knowledge that my taste is leagues beyond anything you could comprehend.
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First, Monster. Ah yes, Urasawa’s overhyped, melodramatic thriller that desperately tries to mask its simplicity with moral ambiguity. Sure, Johan Liebert is an interesting antagonist—if you enjoy the idea of a villain being evil for the sake of being evil. But for all its pretensions of exploring the "dark side of humanity," Monster ultimately boils down to a chase story that drags on for far longer than necessary. The same psychological games and moral dilemmas repeat ad nauseam, spoon-feeding the audience its themes like we’re children in need of constant hand-holding. You think this is peak manga? Perhaps it’s time to elevate your standards.
And then we have 20th Century Boys, a manga that pretends to be deep with its convoluted plot twists and overly complicated narrative structure. Urasawa builds his mysteries by throwing red herrings left and right, hoping readers will mistake complexity for substance. But in reality, it’s nothing more than a bloated exercise in nostalgia and half-baked conspiracies. Where’s the philosophical depth? Where’s the existential despair that courses through the very veins of a masterpiece like Blame!? Oh, right—20th Century Boys is far too busy playing with its nostalgic, “Look how smart we are” themes to achieve any real intellectual merit.
And let’s not forget the pacing. Both of these series drag. Urasawa seems to think that endlessly stretching out a mystery is the same as building tension. It's not. It's tedious. Meanwhile, Blame! accomplishes more in a single panel—without dialogue—than Urasawa could in ten volumes of over-explained, meandering plot. But I wouldn’t expect you to appreciate that level of minimalism. It requires a certain intellectual maturity that is clearly lacking here.
So before you throw around accusations of "L taste," I suggest you reflect on the mediocrity of your own preferences. I'll be over here, reveling in the silent, architectural brilliance of Blame!, secure in the knowledge that my taste is leagues beyond anything you could comprehend.
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