Thursday, August 6, 2009
Endless Eight: The aftermath
Have you ever heard of "Post traumatic stress disorder"? It's a kind of mental illness that affects people exposed to trauma. It has happened to rape victims, and to veteran soldiers. Even after the suffering is gone, the pain remains.
This is how I feel right now. Not to a great extent (it wasn't a real trauma), but i feel a huge disappointment at the second season of Haruhi.
I'm disappointed. Because I expected the best series on Earth, and a peak in the popularity of Suzumiya Haruhi. A new life to a myriad of fans crying for the airing of Disappearance, and much more exciting content to calm them down.
Alas, this has not happened. Like a war prisoner who has escaped his imprisonment, the free world seems suddenly void of meaning, and the pain of the times in prison keeps haunting him at night.
That is the feeling. Terrible boredom. "The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi" will never be the same after this disaster. The purity, the enjoyment, the happy times are now long gone. All that remains is a bleak image in a painting stained with blood and tears.
A crumbling monument to what once was the greatest anime series on Earth.
Re-reading the novels no longer feels "magical" or "special". It's just "more of the same".
If "The Sighs of Suzumiya Haruhi" had been aired as the third, fourth, even sixth episode of the new season, this would still feel great and we would all be waiting in hope for the airing of "The Disappearance of Suzumiya Haruhi". We would be waiting for the new episodes. We would experience a newfound love for Nagato Yuki, seeing her blush and acquire emotions. We would see a boom in Haruhi fanfics and fanart.
But all of that is... gone. Like trying to hold a diamond that has now become sand. It's gone... slipping through our fingers... into the ground, to become nothing but dust. Instead, mediocre stories about schoolgirls founding a music club and having fun will become this year's fad.
And now, let's say farewell to The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi, and make a toast. For what it could have been.
But then again...
Do the novels deserve this treatment? No. It's just that this feeling of hopelessness will be very hard to go away. It's a terrible aftertaste. I really don't know how to feel right now. Angry? Mad? Sad?
I'm too exhausted to get mad. Maybe this is what Kadokawa wanted. But why? Who cares! Fuck you Kadokawa! FUCK YOU!
Maybe we'll be able to enjoy the novels by reading them again. But don't expect to gain one cent of our money. You've gone too far this time.