Fresh Precure: the standard Precure experience

Fresh Precure is the Precure series you want to watch if you want a typical Precure experience.. It’s not the best Precure series, but far from the worst and a such exemplifies all the strengths and weaknesses of Precure. There may be some spoilers here.

Fresh Precure: The original three Cures

Fresh Precure is the sixth Precure series, originally broadcast in 2009. By this time the overall Precure formula had long since been worked out and the series followed it closely. So it starts with Momozono Love, a bright energetic 14 year old who is always helping others, going to a dance show by her favourite dance team Trinity, only for the show to be attacked by the first of many monsters. Love saves Miyuki, the leader of Trinity and in the process transforms into a Precure, Cure Peach. In the next two episodes she recruits her two best friends. Aono Miki is the cool beauty type who is good at everything, who turns into Cure Berry, while Yamabuki Inori (Buki to friends) is the somewhat shy animal lover who becomes Cure Pine. Both also join for dance lessons with Miyuki. Finally there’s the inevitable cute animal mascot, the ferret like but actually a cute cute fairy, Tarte, with baby fairy Chiffon in tow. The first is here to explain the plot to the girls, the second is more of a deus ex machina/macguffin combo.

Fresh Precure: Love and Eas become friends

The villains are a trio of standard issue Precure punchclock villains: they show up, goof around a bit in their ‘civilian’ identities, switch over, summon a monster and try to harvest sorrow because that’s what they need for their boss’ plans. Wester, Soular and Eas are fun villains, each with their own quirks, though Eas is the most well defined: she actually becomes friends with Love in her secret identity. Their boss is Lord Moebius of the planet Labyrinth, who wants to conquor all the parallel worlds starting with the Earth. Moebius’ evil is fairly abstract: it would be bad if he succeeds in taking over the world, but as long as the Precures continue to defend the status quo, nothing really bad happens.

Fresh Precure: fighting monsters

As the series progresses, with the Precures fighting each of Moebius’ lieutenants as they summon the monster of the week, while also having to deal with their own every day problems, both the Precures and the villains power up in a slow arms race, all the way to the mid-season climax. Eas in her civilian identity had steadily become good friends with Love, leaving her conflicted about her duties, but with a new powerup she becomes more determined than ever to crush the Precures, even as her new power is shortening her life everytime she uses it. Ultimately though Love and the other Cures’ dogged persistence breaks through her shell and she does a heel turn, becoming the fourth Precure, Cure Passion.

Fresh Precure: and Setsuna makes four

The next run of episodes sees the series lose some focus, as the remaining two villains are much less of a threat and the emphasis shifts more to the Precure girls’ everyday lives. There’s some obvious filler in there, but there’s also a lot of slow burn character development in there, especially as Eas, now called Setsuna, moves in with Love’s family and adjust to normal life. This is always a weakness of any Precure series, that most of the overall plot happens at the beginning as the Cures and their enemies are introduced, a few episodes in the middle as everybody powers up and one of the villains defects and finally the last couple of episodes, as the story reaches it climax and the evil gets defeated. Keeping the rest of the episodes interesting is always a challenge: the best Precure series do so with a combination of interesting monster of the week episodes and character focus specials. Fresh Precure misses some of that, with Cure Berry and Pine getting much less focus than Cure Peach & Passion.

Fresh Precure: the power of love

The series picks up again as the final villain, Northa, is introduced, about three quarters of the way through the series. It was only then I realised that they were actual named after compass directions. As per usual, she’s more powerful and also more evil than the other two and her introduction sets in motion the buildup to the final struggle between Moebius and the Precure. Which happens after Chiffon gets captures to function as the capstone to the parallel world invasion machine thingie Moebius built. As world after world falls and Earth itself is attacked, the Precures decide to reveal their secret to their family and friends before they go on their final mission, to save Chiffon. Once they manage to convince their parents to let them go, they invade Labyrinth, set off a revolution, struggle against Wester and Soular until they get their heel turn after Moebius attempts to kill them and the Cures both, defeat Northa and reveal the true identity of Moebius before defeating him with the power of love. Unironically.

Fresh Precure: everything for Lord Moebius

The regimented life on Labyrinth, where nobody has to think for themselves and nobody has to think about others either, just follow orders, living a life without sadness but without joy too, is an old and familiar evil. It’s contrasted by the much more chaotic, much warmer community life of Yotsuba Town. Ultimately the Precures triumph thanks to the support they get from their family, friends, neighbours and even the awakened citizens of Labyrinth. It’s not a contest of individual will, but community versus the lack of it. The people of Labyrinth live a life in which everything is decided for them, which leaves no room for them to help each other. Whereas in Yotsuba Town, people look out for each other, whether friends, family or just casual acquaintances. Throughout the series you get to see small examples of this, which is what makes the finale works. You could arguably fit the actual plot of the series in a one or two cour series of 12-26 episodes, but you can only have that short of slow buildup in a long series like this. Even if those filler episodes add nothing for the plot, they allow the characters to breathe, to grow a bit.

In short, Fresh Precure has all the standard Precure story beats and executes them well. There’s the Precure origin and debut queue, the struggle against the villians in which both sides gradually up their powers, a new Cure joins the team as one villain has her heel turn, real life challenges to be met, the final battle agains the real evil, followed by a happy ever after. It has the standard Precure themes of friendship, family & community overcoming selfishness, but also of few people, no matter how evil, being beyond redemption. Almost all the villains ultimately end up redeemed after all. That’s what I like best about all the Precure series, that feeling of optimism and good will.

Life inspires art inspires life: the anime

So some very recognisable music started playing when the Japanese figure skating duo of Suzaki Miu and Kihara Ryuichi started their routine:



It’s well know that Yamamoto Sayo was inspired by Olymic figure skating to first create Endless Night for the Nihon Animator Mihonichi project and then direct Yuri on Ice, so to see the main theme the protagonist used to skate to being used by an actual Olympic figure skating pair is brilliant.

Darling in the Franxx is rather horny

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Darling in the Franxx: the best assets of the show

The whole appeal of Darling in the Franxx in one screenshot from episode one. So far this has been more of an A-1 Pictures than a Trigger show. There’s some of the latter’s horniness, but it’s all fairly bland while the plot and setting so far seems more like your average light novel sci-fi show as A-1 churns out by the dozen. You know the routine. A supposedly post-apocalyptic world, where humanity is on the brink of extinction, fighting against a non-sentient menace that can only be fought by a gaggle of privileged teenagers still somehow living in a high school like setting. Our heroes are busy fighting the menace, but slowly realised the real enemy might be on their own side.

Darling in the Franxx: Hiro needs to be dominated

The real plot is that Hiro can’t get it up for anybody but Zero-Two. Ichigo tries, but doing piloting the conventional way gets him excited for a little bit, and he’s trying, and it’s not her it’s him, but he can’t keep his interest up with such a docile partner. Hiro needs to be dominated. He needs the assertiveness that comes to Zero-Two as natural as breathing and Ichigo’s attempt to fake it doesn’t convince. Hiro is too sensitive, not macho enough for the dominant role that traditional FranXX piloting needs. In the uber patriarchal society he lives in, he’s useless and he knows he’s useless, comparing himself to a bird with one wing, a bird that can’t fly and therefore will die when we first met him.

Meeting Zero-Two is a revelation for him, to be in a piloting situation where he doesn’t have to be the dominant, assertive one, where he can let his partner take the lead. For Zero-Two too meeting Hiro gives her a way to escape her own situation, where she has to abuse her partner to get her robot going to the point where they die of it. Hiro is somebody who can take that abuse, thrive on it in fact. No wonder she calls him her darling. Together Hiro and Zero-Two offer an alternative to the clearly failing conventional way of piloting FranXX. Which may be why the powers that be are both fascinated by them and extremely reluctant to pair them up, even when it’s clearly the best option, preferring to get one of their normal pilots incapacitated rather than unleash a power they may not control. In this context, the very sexual terminology surrounding the FranXX as well as the incredible ignorance of its pilots regarding actual sexual matters, to the point that they don’t even know what a kiss is, makes sense. You have the old, old men & women that rule the world forcing these teenagers to sublimate their sexual desires into piloting their murder machines, keeping the world safe for their star chamber. Zero-Two, with her assertive, knowledgeable sexuality and Hiro, with his willingness to be the submissive partner challenge that order.

Darling in the Franxx: Hiro needs to be dominated

The biggest flaw in this is that the show is still so friggin heteronormative. Perhaps you couldn’t expect any queer pilot pairings among the established order, but Hiro & Zero-Two’s relationship isn’t actually all that subversive either, just a somewhat more equalitarian one, through a willingness to let go of traditional gender expectations of an aggressive male stamen steering a passive female pistil. Before episode four came out there was Twitter speculation that Zero-Two/Hiro would take their role reversal to the logical end, with Hiro taking the place of the pistil and Zero-Two piloting him — a metaphorical pegging — but sadly, no. Whent hey finally get to pilot again, it’s in the traditional manner. Perhaps the show will change that in later episodes, or perhaps it isn’t actually trying to be all that subversive, I don’t know. It all feels a bit off at the moment, it’s clearly trying to do something interesting with teenage sexuality and how it’s used and abused by adults, but so far it’s not gelling for me.

Killing Bites … Bites

First off, don’t start off your underground death match tournament series by having your heroine abducted and sexually assaulted. No, not even if she kills them all.

Killing Bites: rape as appetiser always offends

Yeah, so I’m getting annoyed at Killing Bites. It showed some promise with its first episode to be a fun, thrashy action series, despite the sexual assault, but four episodes in that promise hasn’t been fulfilled yet. Part of what annoys me is the high level of fanservice: that Ratel fights in short shorts and braless is one thing, but a whole subplot in episode three where some sort of nerd club ropes her in to make sexy sexy photos is just insulting. As is the old show them your tits and grab the enemy’s attention trick Ms Tree always used, but that was the eighties and it was acceptable then. It leaves a bad taste in the mouth these days.

Killing Bites: this asshole

Then there’s this asshole, our supposed viewpoint character, an utterly useless waste of space who’ll no doubt be pivotal in some way to make Ratel win the tournament. It’s a common weakness in anime that insists on these sort of characters, perhaps afraid that their audience wouldn’t accept a proper female protagonist in a series like this. But it only dilutes the experience when I have to spend over half each episode with mr dependable over there. Especially because most of his screen time is him either being an idiot, being scared shitless or having things explained to him, really, really slowly. Juuni Taisen last year proved that you don’t need such a character and having one here seems like a step back.

Killing Bites: the dead should stay dead

Which brings me to another point: the fight to exposition ratio is too low. There was the introductionary fight in episode one, a few quick fights in two-three and then in episode four the death matches finally started, only for Ratel’s first fight to end in only a few seconds. Again, Juuni Taisen did it a lot better, with most episodes having one or more fights to hold the interest. Worse, for a show called Killing Bites surprisingly little killing is done. You’d think Leo up there was killed? Nope, shows up in episode three fit as a fiddle, with only minor injuries. In short, so far Killing Bites is not edgy enough where it counts yet has all this sleazy fanservice stinking up the show. I hope this improves now the tournament is underway.

Armageddon outta here



My favourite gen-x pop culture and nuclear holocaust obsessive does a quick explanation of how fucked up growing up as a kid in the shadow of mutually assured destruction was in the eighties, compared to in hindsight much less scary fifties and sixties:

While the early Atomic Era spread its cultural tendrils far and wide, they were nowhere near as up front and morbidly (and joyously) blatant as they were when I was kid. It was prevalent enough in the mellow malaise of the late Seventies, but went into hypercriticality after Reagan took office and ramped up the belligerent rhetoric alongside the nation’s nuclear stockpiles. The specter of armageddon overshadowed every aspect of my formative years. There was no escape even in the traditional avenues of escapism.



It’s not that a nuclear war wouldn’t have mussed up our hair had say the Cuban Missile Crisis turned hot — and certainly we here in Europe would’ve been screwed — but there were so many more nuclear weapons aimed at us in the eighties, so many more opportunities to see it all go horribly wrong. We all know that on at least one occasion only the willingness of a fairly low level Soviet officer to wait just a bit longer before launching the missiles. Or the other way around, having Reagan joke on live television that the bombing starts in five minutes, which almost starts the bombing for real. An aggressive military build-up by a Republican administration talking about a winnable nuclear war combined with a paranoid, verging on the senile Soviet leadership meant that when NATO started a particularly realistic military exercise including preparations for nuclear war, we got as close to the real thing as we’d ever got. Note that this happened only a month or so after Stanislav Yevgrafovich Petrov managed to save the world from nuclear death by false alarm.



The weight of it actually broke my brain during junior high school. There was stretch of my eighth grade year where I lived in constant panic of sirens, the sound of jets overhead, and unexpected interruptions during TV or radio broadcasts. I was afraid to sleep, because it brought nightmares where my family and friends would rot away and die from radiation poisoning. It was triggered by reading a book club edition of On The Beach, but amplified by years of ceaseless atomic anxiety.



It’s no wonder that pop culture and the public consciousness was drenched in nuclear war. I remember the nightmares, triggered by reading pop science articles or seeing something about Pershing or cruise missiles deployments on the evening news. The Netherlands is not quite small enough that a single h-bomb would destroy it, but it was pretty clear even as a kid, especially one like me who was a bit of a military nerd, that there were enough targets here that it didn’t matter much where in the country you lived come World War III. I wasn’t quite as traumatised as Andrew Weis describes here, but the nuclear nightmares recurred through most of the eighties.