Recorder to Randoseru Do anime review
No, just so that you all know, Recorder and Randsell really has nothing to do with either recorders or backpacks. Its purpose is to generate a reaction from those who find it funny to watch a "child" with the body of the grown man hold hands with his female "schoolmates" and subsequently be beat to pieces by policemen for "suspicious behavior", or who will laugh at the idea of his poor confused figure appearing on the doorsteps of said female friends to "play", to the horror of their (understandably) terrified mothers. You will find this show to be worth your time if you want to see his neotenic older sister be ogled at by a creepy low-life "friend of the family", and you will find this to be an engaging and enjoyable show if you think that watching a character with the visible appearance of a grown man unfold his trench coat as if to, shall we say, "expose himself before his peers" is the pinnacle of entertainment. And if none of these gimmicks interest you, the 39 minutes that comprise this pointless and joyless little bit of otakubait will better be spent finishing your problem set for chemistry, taking your poodle on a stroll, or perhaps, if you feel inclined to procrastinate, spending your time with an episode of a worthwhile series such as Texhnolyze, Cowboy Bebop, or Spice and Wolf. For as short as three minutes are, thirteen three minute episodes add up to lost time, time that I imagine is precious to you, and time that I hope I, as a reviewer, will prevent you from wasting.
Let's get some things out of the way. No, the discrepancy between the characters' appearances and their actual ages does not generate any interesting commentary: it is a means to create pedophilic jokes. No, the "characters" do not become at all interesting: rather than full-fledged human beings of any sort, they are simply agents placed to generate pedophilic jokes. No, the introduction of new characters neither changes the dynamic of the show nor makes it interesting: we simply get pedophilic jokes making use of Atsushi's well-endowed teacher and the aforementioned pedophile friend (who, for some bizarre reason, is never shown above the neck) instead of the "children" themselves. And no, the show's "technical achievements" do absolutely nothing to distract one from the nature of its "humor": of what little there is to see, the art is unremarkable, the animation shoddy and akin to something you'd see in a flash animation, and the musical "score" the worst possible collection of synthy blips and MIDI files a drop-out from an "Introduction to Video Game Music" course could ever sum up. Last of all, if this spade of evidence isn't enough to convince you not to watch this show, I will allow the final lines to speak for themselves:
"Boobs over flowers. Starting tomorrow, I might really give it my best."
And that, folks, is it. Life is full of possibilities, and some of those possibilities are simply not meant to be explored.