“Puni Puni Poemi” shamelessly flies into your ears with its short-spoken phrases, ruffles your sense of magnificence with its frivolities, shamelessly pours into your eyes with the pace of the Niagara Falls with its flickering pictures and its mockery of clichés and clichéd phrases, and like a fireplace bolide, it burns your thoughts with the fireplace of your consciousness.
Macho shoujo, mecha, shonen, even etti and hentai are mercilessly uncovered and uncovered to ridicule. The principle character’s gibberish of alien invaders, the pathos of speeches about saving the world, a bunch of kawaii ladies, Nabeshin, a spider-phile, pops out of nowhere, one other wave of banality and mockery overlaps the highly effective stream of speech vomiting of Poemi, who needs to turn into a well-known seiyu. Ugh, the primary factor is to have time to say it in the identical breath…
Helpless villains, harmful to society saviors, fetishistic jokes, and yadrenous greasiness, the Brownian movement, the damaging energy of power with out a vector, creating the facility of manic hyperactivity, right here you must pause and fill within the different quickly empty packing containers by your self. A distorted, but painful, to the purpose of chewed enamel, recognizable and gut-wrenching sense of déjà vu.
Right here it’s, leaping, crawling, moaning and screaming, operating and snaking, dying and resurrecting itself, with none signal of fatigue, a day by day, over-the-top caricature of Watanabe for greater than a 12 months.