Why The Manga's Better... Always
Because:
On the whole, given the history of painfully bad anime adaptations of terrific manga, I must say that Host Club wasn't terrible. When it was good, it was very, very good... when it departed significantly from the manga, though, it started to get spotty. And like most anime adaptations done while the manga is still running, there were several loose ends, and even worse, plenty of hurried, botched up let's-close-the-book resolutions.
Such as flattening a delicious character like Kyouya with a steam press, to make him a Nice Guy Deep Inside. I mean, dude, what's with the shedding tears hearing Tamaki play the piano? Wrong, so wrong. (I love Haruhi and Tamaki, but Kyouya and the Hitachiin twins are my absolute favourites. Especially Kyouya.)
So here's one for Kyouya. This isn't too far off from what I look like when woken up at ungodly hours (before 11am). Resemblance ends there, though.
Ah, Host Club mangaddiction. It's hard, so hard, to tear myself away from this and recapture my place (i.e. corner armchair at the coffee shop) in the 'real' world. Where 'prat' will be my new favourite insult word.
On the whole, given the history of painfully bad anime adaptations of terrific manga, I must say that Host Club wasn't terrible. When it was good, it was very, very good... when it departed significantly from the manga, though, it started to get spotty. And like most anime adaptations done while the manga is still running, there were several loose ends, and even worse, plenty of hurried, botched up let's-close-the-book resolutions.
Such as flattening a delicious character like Kyouya with a steam press, to make him a Nice Guy Deep Inside. I mean, dude, what's with the shedding tears hearing Tamaki play the piano? Wrong, so wrong. (I love Haruhi and Tamaki, but Kyouya and the Hitachiin twins are my absolute favourites. Especially Kyouya.)
So here's one for Kyouya. This isn't too far off from what I look like when woken up at ungodly hours (before 11am). Resemblance ends there, though.
Ah, Host Club mangaddiction. It's hard, so hard, to tear myself away from this and recapture my place (i.e. corner armchair at the coffee shop) in the 'real' world. Where 'prat' will be my new favourite insult word.
