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Review: Texhnolyze

^{Published 2019-06-17 natively}

Texhnolyze hates you and wants you to die. After watching episode one, I agreed with it.

This concludes the review.



As of episode two, it clearly resents your continued existence, but also betrays some tantalizing glimpse of plot development.
Then episode three spits in your face and leaves the door open while it goes to take a piss.
Episode four gets starts throwing things, some of which seems for a minute like it might be plot, some of which might be rape; it's difficult to tell.
With complete scorn, episode five confirms that a plot does indeed exist, although is openly contemptuous that you might want to know what it is.
Then it spends the episode six complaining, loudly and with garbled profanity.
Episode seven is titled plot. Then it just fills time, says something cryptic then fucks off and dares you to do something about it.
Episode eight attempts to convince you that lots of dying counts as plot, and when this isn't successful kills more out of spite.
To its credit, episode nine at least finally sets out its characters, in the middle of introducing further twists.
Episode ten is titled conclusion, which is another unsubtle fuck-you. Because here is where the plot really begins.
Episode eleven features a highly-questionable sexual altercation, and a choral backing track, which is fairly conventional at this point.
As of episode eleven, that plot is now a mafia enforcer, with a highly-questionable sexual altercation and a choral backing track.
Episode twelve replaces that plot with another that revolves instead around daddy issues and telepaths.
By episode thirteen, it has become clear that there is indeed a plot, and that there is no plot. There is only a multiplicity of plots, each of which forming and fading at a whim. This is why it resents the request for a plot.
Yet, episode fourteen brazenly suggests a plot, in between killing things, almost in spite of itself.
Definitely, episode fifteen affirms, there is one, overarching plot, in which all the others are tributary. Too many clear clues, hints are given. Yet they remain inscrutable.
Episode sixteen, at last relents, and reveals without dissimilation, without denial, its great burning plot, as more and more of the lesser arcs and their characters are stripped away.
Episode seventeen, and it seems that the killing was truly the plot all along. Killing, mutilation, and loss of control.
As of episode eighteen, it is surprisingly easy. So smooth and easy for the plot to work its way along, under its own inertia.
Color, life, aesthetics. After so long, they finally return in episode nineteen. A world apart, bound only to the long episodes before by plot. And yet, there lingers some of that sublime strangeness.
Episode twenty. The plot has stopped. Only the characters remain.
In a clear twist of sardonic self-awareness, episode twenty-one narrates for the first time the plot.
Episode twenty-two, one last grand fuck-you. Then it's over. And I'm.. right back where I began.

HH.

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