There is something so curiously endearing about a show that tries with no shortage of desperation to be the coolest thing since frozen, sunglass-wearing sliced bread. Where most shows would simply have a character make a one-liner before collectedly planting a bullet through an enemy’s forehead, Jormungand painfully draws it out so the audience can fully appreciate just how totally radical it wants them to think it is, because its sense of what’s hip was originally from the dark age of glam metal and Reaganomics and it wants to catch up to what the kids are into these days, like autotuned Engrish. (more…)
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It’s often said that craziness only attracts more craziness, like schizophrenic moths to a psychopathic flame. While the validity of that statement remains to be seen, that seems to be the only consistent thread of logic that Jormungand seems to have running through it. Every action is apparently only in search of finding a way to upstage the collective psychopathy and disregard for self preservation that precedes it, leading to a bizarre snowball effect that it feels the need to add to with each passing episode, seemingly with little rhyme or reason.
To use a more palatable analogy, any excess zaniness that doesn’t add to the plot should only be the frosting on the cake of dismembered limbs and gunpowder, not the actual cake itself. If Episode 10 executed this magnificently by spreading it just enough without laying it on too thick, Episode 11 decided to make the cake entirely out of crazy-frosting, sacrificing consistency and any semblance of nutrition just to add its favored plot device. (more…)
For a series that’s run for ten episodes thus far, it’s pretty discouraging that Jormungand’s elements are only now starting to come together into an enjoyable whole. But maybe I’m just looking back at the rest of it with less of a rosy tint after this episode blew everything else away, both figuratively and literally.
When taking into account just how much the show has progressed, it’s like making the jump from the pretentious, inane scribbles of an albino/gun fetishist, to writing an action script as lovingly-written and appropriately dramatic as the second season of Black Lagoon; considering my love for Black Lagoon’s Greenback Jane arc, that’s saying a hell of a lot in Jormungand’s favor. Even so, as it’s always been, there are still a few niggling flaws to pick at, and it wouldn’t befit me to go a post without picking at the few weeping scabs on Jormungand’s otherwise pristine skin. (more…)
Jormungand did what we all thought was impossible: inserting a beach episode in a show not revolving primarily around high school students. Oh, also there’s a conflict with Balkan highwaymen with significant pull in the government over a delivery of humanitarian aid, and Koko’s grey morality definitely shines through the whole debacle, but fuck that noise, it’s half of a beach episode! Though I admit, it’s difficult to imagine Koko not bursting into flames when exposing most of her body to the sun like she does here. Anyway, it’s a fairly pedestrian episode, aside from how it hints at the potential insecurities lurking behind Koko’s nearly perpetual smirk. (more…)
Just as inevitable as the tide coming in and claiming another unfortunate beach-walking couple for the sea, everything eventually settles into a routine. The best shows, no matter how innovative or unorthodox, all play out a familiar formula episode to episode, with enough variation that the viewers don’t consciously think to themselves that it’s essentially retreading the same story time and time again. Pulling this off requires good writing and a varied cast that ensures that things never get stale, no matter how stale they actually are in an objective sense. This episode of Jormungand is the first I’ve felt that it’s come together into a cohesive, competent whole. (more…)
For a series about arms dealers weaving a worldwide trail of destruction in their search for more customers, Jormungand avoids pulse-pounding violence and reckless gunfire with almost admirable dedication to uphold the standards of the anticlimax. I was almost ready to chalk it up as another episode that failed to hit the mark, throw in a few Black Lagoon comparisons and proceed to point and laugh at its perceived inferiority complex, but unfortunately I’m too well adjusted to ridicule the series for failing to deliver enough spilled blood to flood a small city. (more…)
The most unfortunate thing about Jormungand is the fact that it’s so reliant on Koko as the gimmick that keeps it from falling to pieces that it’s horrible at setting anything up that doesn’t directly relate to her. It’s the creative equivalent of having godly superpowers that only work while hemorrhaging blood out of your eyeballs: Yeah, it isn’t immediately a death sentence, but eventually the loss of blood will more than make up for the lack of any real injury. At this point the loss of proverbial blood is having a very noticeable effect on the overall quality of the show, but the spastic flailing that it’s doing more than offsets the damage with surprising entertainment value. (more…)