I have some ideas about a Dantalian no Shoka perfume, if anyone wants to make it. It should contain trace elements of lack-of-identity, with an essence of natural-repetitiveness. The perfume could then be marketed in a “seemingly” cute purple bottle. Although it will stink, I believe it could work, don’t you?
This week’s show was actually exciting. I didn’t know if the sweet buns would hit the ground or not. It was so incredibly tense. I even caught myself shaking a bit with anticipation. They hit the ground and Dalian’s scream pierced my being straight to my very soul.
After last week’s episode, which I found to be a nice change of pace, we’re once again subjected to the Huey-Dalian duo (Hulian), and the series’ phantom bookclub-of-the-week format. You could pretty much take this week 7 show and plug it in between any other week and you wouldn’t miss a beat. Unless you’re one of those people who can’t actually clap to a beat. What the fuck is up with those people anyway?
So Hulian meet up with a perfume maker, trying to create the perfect scent. I don’t even want to summarize this episode. It’s so boring. You know the story anyway. Hulian get involved with people, they investigate something, some people die, there’s a phantom book and then it’s over. Did I miss anything?
The opening song is beginning to sound a bit pretentious as Dantalian continues to suck so horribly. It’s saying to the viewer, with its lovely melody, “Come viewer, join Dalian and Hugh in this charming period piece. There’ll be mystery, suspense and touching moments between well-developed characters.” It lies is what I’m saying.
So why do I keep watching a show I find to be so bad, that the putridness amazingly finds its way through my modem? I don’t know to be honest. While watching this episode, there was a moment where there were some real mystery-like moments. It made me wish (during those moments), that this was a pure mystery style series. I enjoy the mystery background music particularly. I just said mystery several times.
It’s all the supernatural elements, which I thought I would enjoy, that for me, end up making me contemplate libracide every week. Again, I don’t know what that means, but my college-educated guess would be suicide via paper cuts to the wrist. This show actually had a nice moment of action. And that’s it.
I continue to cling onto some monofilamental thread of hope that something interesting will happen. I don’t really care about the characters, which is a problem, and I’m not even excited about the main pair encountering the other Library card keeper duo. This show makes me not care. Do you care?