Right. Very cute and innocent.
Impressions:
And so our new season begins, with this horrid thing. Oh, yeah, it’s so innocent and cute. That’s why he’s constantly screaming, tripping over his voluminous collection of porn he leaves laying around his room, sneaking peaks at her underwear, and the camera can’t help itself from cleavage and upskirt shots. Yeah, it tones it down eventually, but for the first five or so minutes, it’s nonstop. And I’m referring to only the fanservice getting toned down. The yelling doesn’t ever. Which is all the jokes as well. A female is sort of near me and not immediately repulsed. AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH. Oh, but he saves her from being raped by a dude. Great. Yeah. THAT’S what was needed. And the effort and stress of all this was so much that he passed out, showing how much of a Nice Guy he truly is, thus deserving the eternally devoted wife that dropped into his lap and has no thought in her head but serving him.
So the humor is bad. The characters are brainless idiots that we’re supposed to think are good people despite one being a creep and the other being barely above a sex doll with ChatGPT installed, and there’s of course no story to speak of; certainly no learning, growth, epiphany, or any flavor of satisfying resolution or finality to the episode. They simply go shopping so they can have some more cutesie moments. Please ignore all the perving we did at the start because now we’re replacing it with explosions of pink sparkles to blast your eyes into blindness. At least your slapstick Girls Bravo or Love Hina fully committed to both the slapstick and the fanservice instead of trying to have it both ways.
