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I am afraid that the direction they're going with this has too many love triangles (hint: any) for my taste, but am I going to complain about pretty people swimming in pretty Kyushu? (hint: NO).
I have a weakness for stories where the dorky book-smart guy meets a rough-and-tumble street-smart guy and Learns About Living Life Spontaneously And Being True To Himself. But what really got me was the sequence right in the beginning --
Kaoru has just gotten ragged on by Sentaro for playing jazz without any swing, so he bought the record and he's trying to figure it out on the piano. But the record player is upstairs and the piano is downstairs and his aunt has gone out shopping and he has ONE HOUR to figure out how to play this song right. So he's running madly up and down the stairs, listening to a bit, trying a bit out, listening to a bit, trying a bit out, and, oh. That singleminded teenaged passion for getting right to the heart of a thing, for persevering and persevering to get it right.
I read a book on anime and feminism once where the author talked about watching Gundam as a kid, and as soon as the show ended she would write down as much of the script as she could remember -- it was the days before VCRs. It reminded me of that, the kind of thing where you can look back on it as an adult and say "Why on earth would you go that far in pursuit of something?" but really, you can't understand it unless you're there, in that moment, running up and down the stairs.
I have a weakness for stories where the dorky book-smart guy meets a rough-and-tumble street-smart guy and Learns About Living Life Spontaneously And Being True To Himself. But what really got me was the sequence right in the beginning --
Kaoru has just gotten ragged on by Sentaro for playing jazz without any swing, so he bought the record and he's trying to figure it out on the piano. But the record player is upstairs and the piano is downstairs and his aunt has gone out shopping and he has ONE HOUR to figure out how to play this song right. So he's running madly up and down the stairs, listening to a bit, trying a bit out, listening to a bit, trying a bit out, and, oh. That singleminded teenaged passion for getting right to the heart of a thing, for persevering and persevering to get it right.
I read a book on anime and feminism once where the author talked about watching Gundam as a kid, and as soon as the show ended she would write down as much of the script as she could remember -- it was the days before VCRs. It reminded me of that, the kind of thing where you can look back on it as an adult and say "Why on earth would you go that far in pursuit of something?" but really, you can't understand it unless you're there, in that moment, running up and down the stairs.