I am a shallow man when it comes to Gundam. I can try to analyze the show deeply, but my first reaction to Gundam is to take it for face value: the mechs, Bandai’s not-so-subliminal message compelling us to buy their gunpla. In the following hours, people will blog about Gundam 00 S2 episode 9, ranting about the proliferation of one-man-army permits, CB Gundam weaksaucery (It takes 4 Meisters to beat Ali out! How much do they suck?), Wang looking like a man more and more each passing ep, Gra- I mean Bushido being weeaboo, and other things, like how the show fails to depict A-LAWS as ruthless and evil because they present characters whom we should care about more than the rest of the CB crew, Marie included.
But the first thing that sparked my mind was the appearance of The O-style sabers c/o Gundam Seravee. Being the mechatard that I am, I was awed beyond words, until Ali’s suit retaliated with FOOT SABERS. I came. Fast forward to the Ptolemy ordeal. My reaction went as follows:
- “OH GOD WHY ARE THERE 6 TRILOBITES, SO MANY”
- “Mmm, Ptolemy can Trans-Am”
- “GADESSA’S CANNON HAS TOO MUCH HIGH POWER MAN”
- “Delicious warship is delicious”
- “Where is 00? Oh there it is. Okay, it’s ‘sniping the target’. WUT BRIDGE SHOT”
As you see, all of these thoughts are mecha-related. I have a tendency to focus on the mechs of a Gundam show first before anything else. It’s how I operate. It’s just me. And I feel quite bad about it. Once, ghostlightning made a post about KyoAni and Sunrise being hated, and included some plamoo vids with the intention of making people play a game of “identify the mobile suit”. And I took it all in, hook, line and sinker. I guess it’s not at all bad because according to the good blogger himself, my kind of comment was the one he intended to elicit from people, but what had happened was that everyone was talking about the nature of [irrational] studio hate. I got the point right, but it says something about me when everyone didn’t, while instead they took on a more scholarly path than my comment.
Looking back, I think I’m seeing it clearly now. I’ve already forgotten much of Gundam Wing’s shaky plot, but I still remember stupid sexy Tallgeese and how it once fought the power Gundams with a fabulous Roman crest and a round shield. Or Stardust Memory, and the vernier porn. Maybe after all my fanboy pride, I’m just a victim of Bandai’s commercialization, thrall to flashy colors and nifty mech gimmicks.
But is it that bad? Am I fooling myself, trying to examine the plot and themes of Gundam shows in a vain attempt to look smart, when all I need is PEW PEW to make my day? Am I dreaming a sad dream in which I should be woken from? Is there a Red Pill for this state I am in? I’m not sure yet. I’d like you to tell me, too.