Super Cub is a master class in visual story telling

The sheer audacity to start your new anime series with over three minutes of no dialogue, no plot, no story made me fall in love with Super Cub the same way the opening minutes of Wonder Egg Priority did last season.

It’s early morning and we’re in Hinoharu train station on the outskirts of Hokuto City –west of Tokyo, south east of Nagano–, with only bird song audible. As a train arrives, we move out from the station and see how rural the setting already is. Light classical music starts playing as we move away through the town towards a small nondescript apartment building at the out-most edge of town, taking a full minute to get there. We don’t know it yet, but this mirrors the daily commute of our protagonist to her school, during which she will tells us that the road to school has a bit of an incline near the station, as we see her struggling to get up the hill. She’ll also tell us that she doesn’t parents, friends or hobbies. For the moment though we don’t even know she exists, as we make our journey through her town.

This is what Scott McCloud, in Understanding Comics called an aspect to aspect transition: “(it) bypasses time for the most part and sets a wandering eye on different aspects of a place, idea or mood”. In anime this sort of transitions are often done the way they are done here, by showing a series of essentially static (landscape) shots, the camera travelling through them, but with little no motion visible, nor people. It’s a way of slowing the viewer down and is most often found in socalled iyashikei, or ‘healing’ anime. Landscape and setting before plot or characters.

The first shot inside the apartment is a classic Japanese ceiling light, ugly and cheap. The apartment is in shadow, no light visible, the walls and ceiling beige and slightly grungy. There is morning light coming in from the kitchen window. The kitchen itself is as utilitarian as the ceiling light: two gas hops, a sink and a fridge, with stainless steel racks hanging from the ceiling with a few cooking pans. The camera turns and shows a microwave and rice cooker on a side table, with the dining table visible in the foreground. The camera moves on to a set of light blue curtains through which a bit of light is showing. School books on a desk are shown as we hear an alarm clock going off. The alarm clock is shown on a bed side table, with a hand coming into frame to shut it off. As it’s stopped, the music stops as well.

Again, an aspect to aspect transition, giving us an impression of the place our protagonist lives in. It’s shabby, it’s small, with few amenities and no visible luxuries. The only real spot of colour in the whole apartment are the school books. The lightning is natural, subdued and of a quality we seldom see in anime. The detail and care with which the flat is rendered lends it a kind of beauty. These shots reveal a bit of the character that inhabits the apartment. Poor, but tidy, with everything in its place, no clutter, an ordered existence.

As our protagonist wakes up –who as of yet has no name– we follow her through her morning routine. We get a glimpse of her as she sits up in bed, then see a badroom door with the sound of a running shower. A glass is put down on table and juice poured in. A piece of bread is smeared with what looks like butter. Finally, a middle distance shot that shows a girl dressed in a school uniform, standing behind a small dining table, with only one chair. It’s the first shot both of our protagonist and her apartment, showing clearly that his is indeed very small, with the kitchen, living room and even the bedroom being all in one room, only the bathroom separate. When the fridge is opened to take out a jar of tea, you can see the light blue curtains that hang next to the bed in the background.

Super Cub: a small grey apartment with in the middle a small grey protagonist

Everything in not just the apartment, but also our protagonist’s routine, is utilitarian, sparse, simple, perhaps out of necessity, perhaps out of character, perhaps both. Her lunch is a simple bento of plain rice, a jar of tea and some sort of instant snack yto go with it. The way she efficiently puts together her lunch and puts it in her school bag shows how routine this is, that she has had to do this for herself for a long time. No elaborate side dishes here, because why would you if you’re just doing it for yourself. She makes her lunch because she has to eat something, not to show off. That is reserved for the animation itself: I could Feel that extra hard twist at the end as she screwed on the lid on her thermos flask. The animation is as understated as the rest of the episode, but simple little things as the way with which she scopes up rice is animated show a quiet competence, an eye for detail again.

Skipping ahead, some seven and a half minutes into the episode, is when everything changes. Seeing it in isolation like this, it’s an obvious trick, especially with that one music note to underscore it. When I was watching it last night though, I knew something had changed, but it registrered more subconsciously than consciously. The story had me fully entranced, all thanks to the confidence with which the animation told it. With a lot of series, we would’ve had flashbacks, or prologues establishing why our protagonist lives her life the way she does. Here we get one small internal monologue as our protagonist cycles to school, laments the incline leading up to it and matter of factly states that she has no parents, hobbies, friends or goals. Even the manga version had the obligatory scene establishing why she had no parents; the anime trusts the viewer to draw their own conclusions. We never even learn her name except that she has to fill it out on the receipt when she finally buys her Super Cub. It takes the original story and parses it down to tell it as economically as possible. The squashed, flattened aspect of the animation fits the squashed, flattened character of the protagonist. The fun is in imagining how the series will evolve from here, as she starts to develop and grow.

Koikimo & Higehiro: adult men chasing high school girls is romantic, right?

In Koi To Yobu Ni Wa Kimochi Warui, it is the pureness of the school girl protagonist that makes the adult co-lead want to pursue her:

Koikimo: a grown up man proposes to a high school girl

Amakusa Ryo is a womaniser who one day leaves the apartment of his latest one night stand without breakfast. He gets dizzy trying to walk down the stairs towards the subway and is saved from falling by Arima Ichika, who also ends up giving him her lunch. When the two unexpectedly meet again because it turns out she is a friend of his younger sister, he tries to reward her by offering to sleep with her. She refuses and he is smitten by her purity and declares her his one and only. From there on he starts wooing (from her point of view, harassing) her through gratitious romantic gestures. And that’s the premisse of the series. He tries to flirt with her, she finds it disgusting, hilarity ensues. She by the way is the only one bothered by all of this. His sister supports his advances and even helps him, her mother finds it all charming that she gets flowers from a mysterious lover.

Higehiro: I will let you do me, so let me stay

In Hige wo Soru. Soshite Joshikousei wo Hirou, salaryman Yoshida, fresh from being rejected by his crush, stumbles across a high school girl, Ogiwara Sayu, near his home, who promptly offers to “let him do her” in exchange for a place to stay:

Yoshida is not that kind of man however. He lets Sayu stay at his place, but not for sex. Sayu it seems comes from Hokkaido, had run away from home six months ago and had made a habit of sleeping with strange men in return for food and shelter. Yoshida vows to break this habit and rehabilitate her, by doing household chores. I can’t help but feel there are better ways of dealing with this situation. Are there really no social services in anime Japan?

Two series in one season that feature a romantic situation between an adult man and a high school girl. One presents stalking as comedy, the other thinks that trading shelter for sexual favours can be explain by selfishness. Which is worse?

With Koikimo the series at least understands that being romantically pursued against your will by a much older man is scary, even if only Ichika thinks so. Higehiro on the other hand presents an equally uneven relationship as something noble because Yoshida doesn’t immediately wants to have sex. That he still holds power over Sayu because he can withdraw his protection at any moment is never even recognised by the series. Which is worse?

Koikimo continually contrasts the “purity” of Ichika with the supposed nastiness of an adult woman’s sexuality; Ryo seems to hate the women he sleeps with. There’s a scene where one of his past lovers bumps into him and Ichika and warns her about him, but it’s shown as her being jealous, not concerned. Higehiro instead has the high school girl as aggressor, promiscuous, treating sex as a commodity, with the male lead having to train her out of this habit. Which is worse?

For me, it’s the second one. While purity culture is dangerous and obnoxious as well, the idea of a young girl as temptress so universally used as an excuse for pedos that it makes me more uncomfortable. Check out for example the lyrics of this little ditty I listened to by sheer coincidence today:

Thirteen summers past by your door
You think its time to score
Alright but don’t tell all the neighbour boys
Your mamas out of town
Thirteen summers got left behind
The minute you found out
Indeed that your blues eyes could hypnotise
Drive a man insane

That’s “Hold Me Back”, by British prog rock group Patto. And while it is from 1970, that attitude is still alive and kicking today. Again, Koikimo at some level seems to at least understand that a ‘romance’ between an adult man and a high school girl is wrong, even if it calls it “gross” rather than criminal. Higehiro on the other hand seems to say that as long as you don’t immediately have sex with her, you could have a romance like this and not be scum. Me, I doubt it.

Watame’s lullaby — Hololive Showcase

Watame has such a great, soothing voice:

Hitsuji mofu mofu / Kedama moko moko
Watame fuwa fuwa / Do do do do
Futon ni kuru mari / Kyou mo oyasumi

Ashita no koto de / Doki doki shitari
Sowa sowa shitari / Shinai de
Yukkuri nan ni mo / Kangaenai de nee you
Nemure nai yoru ni / Yorisou hitsuji ga
Beeeee iru yo
Atatakai miruku ni / Hachimitsu ga tokeru yo ni
Good sleep sheep sheep

Hitsuji mofu mofu / Kedama moko moko
Watame fuwa fuwa / Do do do do
Futon ni kuru mari / Kyou mo oyasumi

Tsunomaki Watame is supposed to be a sheep, singing you to sleep. Well, it works for me. In general her streams are soothing enough already, let alone like here where she deliberately tries to put you at ease.

The limits of Owen Jones

Oliver Eagleton exposes the limits of Owen Jones and puts the boot in hard in his review of Jones’ new book on the failure of Corbynism:

Of course, Jones is most aligned with his Guardian colleagues on The Antisemitism Crisis (which he places centre-stage, awarding it more coverage than any other topic). Here again, press relations are the overwhelming concern—a fixation evidenced by the semantic fluidity of the term ‘crisis’. Sometimes Jones suggests that antisemitism had reached crisis-levels within Labour; sometimes he describes a pr crisis rather than a real one. A similar sliding of sense afflicts the word ‘failure’: it is unclear whether Corbyn failed to deal with a racist infestation, or failed to rebut a smear campaign—as if Jones cannot distinguish between the objective reality and the media representation. He accepts that allegations of antisemitism have sometimes been cynically deployed to gag critics of Israel, but he would presumably lose his column space were he to describe the charges against Corbyn as a politically motivated miasma. So instead he strives for ‘balance’ through a series of self-contradictions. Corbyn is a lifelong campaigner against antisemitism, yet he has a ‘blind spot’ on the issue. Only 0.3 per cent of Labour members were accused of antisemitism, yet it is a ‘crisis’ within the party. The leadership team vastly improved the disciplinary process, yet their response suffered from ‘a lack both of strategy and emotional intelligence’. The party produced a thoughtful pamphlet ‘designed as a political education tool for members’, yet it ‘never rolled out political education’. Alongside such incoherent formulations is a summary of Israeli history which ‘could have been written by Shimon Peres’, as one critic has remarked. The description of Israel’s foundation as a valiant socialist endeavour, worlds away from ‘settler-colonialism’, which subsequently degenerated under a series of reactionary leaders, is a rehearsal of liberal-Zionist hasbara that betrays scant engagement with scholarship on the region.

The inability or refusal to see the Labour antisemitism crisis as manufactured is the worst failure of Jones and people like them on the (soft) left. Being employed by The Guardian it is likely more the latter than the former, because his employer was such a major player in ginning up this crisis in the first place. Column after op-ed pretending NWO1488ILoveHitler tweeting something antisemitic had anything to do with Labour just because he said he was a Labour voter. Granted, Jones was one of the few nominally left wing voices in the UK media that even tried to argue against this, but in the end he still accepted the framing of Labour and Corbyn as inherently antisemitic.

Like almost every other pundit, Jones now has to keep up the pretence that this was a serious crisis, because to do otherwise would reveal his own culpability in the whole ‘scandal’. Less guilty than others, sure, but he still played an important role in it, by establishing the limits of acceptable criticism. Jones could say that the attacks on Labour were politically motivated or exaggerated the crisis, but not that the crisis wasn’t real. Even now we conclusively know how little substance there was to the allegations thanks to the EHRC report, Jones has to keep up the charade. That’s why his retrospective is so incoherent, because he cannot afford to admit the truth.

Larnell Lewis is sickenly talented

Michel is right. It’s unbelievable how talented Larnell Lewis is, that he can learn to play the drums to this song in the time it took him to fly to the studio:

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The first I heard about Snarky Puppy too. It reminds me of Pierre Moerlen’s version of Gong, especially their first two albums, Gazeuse! (1976) and Expresso II (1978), fusion/jazz rock with lots of mellow brass, piano and bongos. Not the most innovative music in the world in 2021, but gorgous nonetheless. Certainly deserving to be listened to in more detail.

And, sickening as it is watching Larnell Lewis hearing “Enter Sandman” for the first time and immediately nailing the drums when you yourself struggled for three years learning to play “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” on the guitar —badly–, you can’t deny the man’s talent. Not just in being able to play a song perfectly after hearing it once, but also in how he breaks it down beforehand while listening to it.