So
I'm starting a new column. I think of myself as a film person, but
there are plenty of “classic” film and TV series that I haven't
seen. Lawrence of Arabia, The West Wing, The Adventures of
Ford McFarlane: never seen 'em. So, as a combination personal
journey/excuse to write, I'm going to watch, every week or so, a
“classic” and review it.
Now,
if you read this blog, you know I loves me some giant robots. I'm all
about that Gundam shit, and I love Macross too, as well as more
obscure stuff like Dragon's Heaven. But I'd never seen Neon
Genesis Evangelion.
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Which is weird, because I love schoolgirls! |
Neon
Genesis Evangelion is arguably
the most influential anime of all time, next to Mobile Suit
Gundam. If MSG
is Japan's Star Trek, NGE
is its Twin Peaks, a
mindfuck series full of dense symbolism. Superficially, it's about a
teenage boy who is coerced by his distant and emotionally abusive
father into piloting a giant bioengineered cyborg to defeat aliens
known as “Angels” that are attacking what's left of humanity. And
for the first half of the series, that's all it is. Every episode is
a different battle against whatever weird abomination is coming for
humanity this week. But
around the halfway point, the series begins to turn inescapably
depressing and intense. Monster-of-the-Week battles give way to a
razor-sharp deconstruction of the mecha genre and a brutal
dismantling of the psyches of the main characters as their every flaw
and trauma are analyzed.