Cosmos vs Civilisation

Kenneth Clark is a testament to the fact that having an Oxbridge education makes you perfectly suited to spouting bullshit with confidence standing in front of pretty pictures, as funded by BBC largesse.



Kenneth Clark’s Civilisation is held up as a ground breaking documentary series, both in presentation and content. And it is indeed impressive, even almost fifty years on, with gorgeously filmed landscapes, buildings and art. But actually watching the first episode was a crashing disappointment. I knew that it was very much an old school approach to history, that this would be European and European history only, Whiggish and with very definite ideas on what civilisation entails. But still.

Clark starts out from the Fall of Rome, which is presented as an unalloyed disaster, causing the flame of civilisation to almost burn out. He then moves on to how it did manage to survive, in England and France, how new challenges arose as the Vikings came raiding and how Charlemange saved civilisation. The various successor states of the western Roman Empire are dismissed as barbarians, the Arab and Muslim civilisations barely mentioned, even the Byzantine Empire is sneered at as not quite the done thing. It’s such a narrow minded, boring view of history it set me against watching any of the rest of it.



What a difference Carl Sagan’s Cosmos makes. Sagan’s deeply humanist approach to science and astronomy sees him traveling the world to explain the history of his discpline, from ancient Greek scientists in Egypt, to meeting Japanese fishermen who refuse to eat crabs with carapaces resembling samurai to tell about natural selection, to visiting the monuments the Anasazi left behind as proof of their astronomical measures. There’s a joy and kindness in his narration that makes me want to keep watching.

This is actually my first time watching Cosmos: if it was broadcasted on Dutch television when it was originally released, I was too young for it. Yet Cosmos was very important to me growing up, as the accompanying book was translated into Dutch and available at my local library and I must’ve read it half a dozen times as a kid. It was reading this that helped make me an atheist, as in it I found a much more logical and appealing explanation for the world around me than some all powerful god having created it all from scratch.

Clark’s view of history is dour and joyless, unappealing in the extreme by comparison. Glad it was Sagan that got his hooks in my brain back then.

Finally on their way to Antarctica — Yorimoi ep 6

Episode six of Sora yori mo Tooi Basho is one of the most frustrating –but funny– episodes of anime I’ve ever watched.

Sora yori mo Tooi Basho: uh-huh

It all started relatively peacefully, with the four finally leaving for Antarctica, by first flying to Singapore, where they will be taking a plane to Fremantle, Australia to meet up with the expedition there and actually board the ship. Mari is really enthusiastic at getting to fly for the first time, Shirase gets emotional at watching March of the Penguins and the other two are slightly embarassed by it. Once they arrive, there’s a short scene of all of them save the much more experienced Yuzuki getting distracted by all the touristy crap on their way to their hotel, followed by the other three frantically playing rock paper scissors to not have to sleep in the same bed as Mari (because well, see episode four). It’s only when they’re ready to go out again and Hinata looks in her purse with a worried look I got a bad feeling about this episode.

Sora yori mo Tooi Basho: posing for pictures

You see, I really, really can’t deal with cringe comedy, where all the humour is in seeing people make easily avoidable mistakes and making fools of themselves in the process. The moment I saw Hinata looking in her purse I got anxious: it was clear she had lost something important but her first instinct was to not worry her friends, just ignore it and hope it’ll turn up later. Which is something I could’ve done myself in this sort of situation. I found myself itching forward in my seat, almost crawling into the television to demand the girls drop everything and start looking for whatever it was Hinata had lost. So it was hard to get into their touristy antics as they went out to explore Singapore. Even though it was hilarious.

Sora yori mo Tooi Basho: you are hiding something

Interestingly it’s Yuzuki, the youngest of the four who finally figures out Hinata is hiding something and gets her to confess she lost her passport. Generally more level headed than the other three, despite being a year younger, she also has extensive travel experience due to her idol work, having been in Singapore before. It’s she who takes the lead to resolve the situation, looking up on what to do if you lose your passport and discussing options. Unfortunately the Japanese embassy is closed because it’s a Sunday, so even though it would only take half a day to get a new one, there isn’t the time to get it before their flight is due. As they discuss getting a later flight, Shirase’s anxieties about not being allowed on the expedition makes her wonder if this would even be allowed.

Sora yori mo Tooi Basho: you can go ahead without me

It’s when Shirase and Hinata are alone in their room that the latter decides that it’s okay, the other three can go ahead and she’ll sort out a new passport by herself. Shirase immediately asks if it is because of her doubts earlier, explaining that she knows full well how she reacts to disappointments. Hinata however is adamant this isn’t the case, that she just doesn’t want people to be considerate of her. Their anxieties are on full display in this scene, as they each try to sacrifice themselves for the sake of the other, Hinata especially. I can so sympathise with her, keeping up her facade of not caring, not wanting to hurt her friends through her own stupidity. Shirase too, anxious about this added complexity, but not wanting to leave her friend behind, not wanting to accept Hinata’s sacrifice as even if it meant she could go to Antarctica, it wouldn’t be the same, she too I can relate to.

Sora yori mo Tooi Basho: Shirase wins out over Hinata

In the end it’s Shirase that wins the argument, not through convincing Hinata, but by leaving her behind to go to the airport with the other two and try and exchange the tickets for a later flight. Again it’s Yuzuki who takes the lead in talking to the airline, probably the only one with English decent enough to do it. When that doesn’t work out, Shirase takes out her ultimate trump card and slams down her one million yen on the counter, buying business class tickets when cheaper tickets aren’t available. When Hinata objects again, Shirase lets out a tirade saying that she doesn’t want to have the kind of shallow relationship with her where she can be happy to go on without her, that she wants all four of them to go to Antarctica together. In the face ot this Hinata has no choice but to let go of her anxieties and accept Shirase’s consideration, just as Shirase let go of her worries to help her out.

Sora yori mo Tooi Basho: whoops

It’s at this moment, when Shirase opens her purse and finds Hinata’s passport in it, that the Jaws music starts to play. As Shirase goes through the same sort of denial as Hinata did earlier, the music swells, as a flashback shows how she got the passport in her purse in the first place. On their way from the Singapore airport Hinata had to tie her shoelaces, asked her to hold onto it for her and Shirase put it in her purse for safekeeping. As she gets more and more flustered and the music hits a crescendo just as Yuzuki asks the same question she asked Hinata earlier: are you hiding something…

Sora yori mo Tooi Basho: Durian as punishment

With all the worries Hinata and Shirase have put the other two –and me!– through, their punishment is no more than deserved: having to eat a whole durian fruit together. Durians, as you know Bob, being a rather pungent sort of fruit and with an acquired taste. It was only at this moment I could relax, having suffered throughout the episode from the desire to shout at them all to goddammit look in their own luggage for the damn passport, as this was exactly what I thought had happened. To be honest, after Shirase had bought the airline tickets I didn’t it would happen anymore, but the comedic timing of this show is impeccable. Rewatching the episode for this post, without that anxiety riding me, I could finally appreciate that timing.

When decent stories drown in harem crap

After eight episodes of creepy lolicon harem shenanigans, Ryuuou no Oshigoto! finally made a funny joke:

What watching Ryuuou no Oshigoto! feels like

It’s funny because it’s true. That’s what’s watching the show feels like, as a sixteen year old shogi wunderkind is oblivious to the advances of his harem of nine year olds –and younger– shogi proteges. There are also a couple of older women interested in him, like his senior in the shogi group he grew up in, or the hapless co-presenter of that shogi livestream he was commenting on and much of the “humour” in the series is his young disciples getting jealous of them and interfering. Now, as with the joke here, much of why this is offensive is not so much what’s being told as how it’s being told. The show continuously directs attention to its own lolicon tendencies by having people commenting on how much of a lolicon our protagonist supposedly is. So here you have one particularly adorable cute girl giving a chaste kiss to cheer our hero up, but the way it’s presented and commented on by the audience and the characters on screen make it lewd. The show keeps setting up situations like this, where nothing overtly lewd takes place, but the presentation and he way the characters respond to it make it lewd. So our hero teaches another nine year old shogi and when his first student catches him at it, he and she react as if she caught him in bed with another woman.

Meanwhile, under that veneer of unfunny and downright creepy harem shenanigans, there’s an actually decent sports story hidden. Shogi, like chess, is a male dominated sport, where female players have their own league and no woman has yet become a professional shogi player through the traditional promotion system, where you train in a shogi study group as an amateur and through a series of exams get promoted to professional status. What Ryuuou no Oshigoto! does that’s so infuriating is that it takes this seriously. If it was just using shogi as an excuse to build a harem for its protagonist I could write this off, but because it keeps coming back to the struggles of its female cast members to create a space for themselves in shogi, I keep watching.

Ryuuou no Oshigoto!I coming up against your limits

On the most basic level, there are the protagonist’s two pupils, both blessed with talent, discovering for themselves how far that talent can bring them while building experience, as well as their less gifted friends doing the same and having to cope with those two geniuses among them. There’s also his senior in his old shogi group, aiming to become the first female shogi professional and already having claimed two titles. She’s the idol others measure themselves against. More interesting is another member of that group, the twenty six year old daughter of their master, also aiming to become a professional shogi player, but who is running out of time to do so. Her story is the easiest to sympathise with, coming to the limits of your talents and having to decide whether giving up is the right choice. All these women are finding their place in the shogi world, having to struggle against disappointment and loss and if only this harem crap wasn’t there it would be an utterly compelling series. As it is, it’s really not recommendable to anybody.

Emiya-san is the best series Ufotable has ever made

And I don’t say that just for the happily eating Saber pictures in the opening.

Emiya-san: protect that smile

Though they do help a lot. Rather, it’s that they’ve taken the usually dour, staid Fate/Stay Night universe and made a comfy, cozy cooking and eating food with your family show out of it. Ufotable’s greatest flaw as an anime studio has been that their series have either been glitzy but soulless (God Eater, Tales of Zestiria) or glitzy and taking itself way too serious (Fate/*, Kara no Kyoukai). That’s why I actually prefer Deen’s original Fate/Stay Night over Ufotable’s efforts. With Emiya-san Chi no Kyou no Gohan however they’ve finally made a series with a bit of heart to it, one that actually allows itself to have fun and isn’t interrupted by fifteen minutes of characters philosophising at each other, badly.

Emiya-san: Lancer knows what Taiga needs

And it has Lancer and Taiga being drinking buddies together while annoying Saber and Shiro, which makes a nice respite from all the “being Lancer is suffering” everwhere else in the Fateverse. I really like how Emiya-san treats these characters, make them feel like real family, where Lancer is the annoying uncle who invites himself to dinner, but is at least polite enough to bring the good sake. In general I like the Fateverse characters more outside of their own setting, like in Carnival Phantasm or even the Ilya magical girl series. The regular setting is just too poo-faced for me. Seeing all those Servants and Masters relaxed and eating good food with each other makes this the best Fate series.

Emiya-san: ice cream headache

Or maybe it is those Saber faces in the opening.

“Oh!” said his wife. “It’s like the War”

Owen Stephens recalls how in 2000/01 he ran a roleplaying session for Wizard of the Coast’s then new Star Wars D20 game when an elderly gentleman with actual commando experience showed up at his table. (Via).



Also a nice example of how backwards most of the warfare in the Star Wars universe is, that WWII commando tactics can completely rip apart the opposition…