This single word not only explains this series’ plot but also sums up my entire opinion of it. Except that last sentence is partially a lie, because Colorful has no plot. None. Nada. Zip. Essentially, this anime is nothing more than a chain of sketches depicting the most pitiful men ever animated as they drool, bleed and cry their way through a bevy of panty shots.
Initially the humorous look at such pathetic guys and the lengths they’ll go to in order to satiate their depraved lusts is funny. However, after two or three episodes of exactly the same thing –except in a slightly different setting – the novelty quickly wears off, leaving behind nothing but a repetitive, hollow shell. Occasionally a slight smirk may creep across the face when some poor fellow finally gains sight of those elusive delicates, only to find a bulge that doesn’t belong there; but sadly, most of the series meets with a sigh and a quick glance at the time bar to see how much longer this crotch-filled crud is going to eat away at your life.
Interspersed with the cast’s perverted antics is a series of abstract pieces where the visuals and sound are not only completely disconnected from the plot, but also from each other. Now, I’ve spent several years of my life at an art college, so I’m used to watching weird, experimental films while trying to analyse the supposed hidden meaning behind them, but even I can’t see what the hell the point of these sections is! It’s like the animation staff are being weird for the sake of it – and it’s not even as if this footage consistently serves as a buffer between different scenes. They are utterly meaningless and, frankly, quite annoying after a while.
Admittedly, Colorful’s visual style does fit well with its plotline: it is rough and crude. Character designs are simplistic, no neon hair and eyes the size of footballs here, but they do tend to fade into the background. Unless there’s some kind of facial contortion – in which case they appear quite ugly or even constipated – the cast looks so dull that they’re virtually unmemorable.
Tragically it seems that, in the Colorful universe at least, women suffer from a debilitating disease, which causes their noses to disappear entirely on occasion. Unless I’m missing some craze where nose-less females are the height of attractiveness, this is incredibly off-putting. Amazingly, no one in the series seems to notice this phenomenon, though I suppose that’s because they’re all too busy staring up the girls’ skirts to pay attention to their faces.
Colorful’s soundtrack does its job, but that’s about as far as it goes. The opening theme is very fast and a bit bizarre, which is reminiscent of what’s to come – so in that sense it fares well.
The series’ voice acting is neither outstanding nor ear-bleedingly awful. As such, the series’ overall sound design is fundamentally forgettable.
Since there are only a handful of recurring perverts – I mean cast members, it’s quite difficult to judge Colorful’s characterisation. Since no one ever develops from their Neanderthal grunts and incapacitating nosebleeds, it’s simply down to evaluating each pathetic male by his rampant fetishism. Who could forget the gym teacher whose inappropriate obsession with his young student makes him cry with sheer joy at the wet ass-mark that she leaves on the ground? What about Steve, the exchange student who dedicates himself whole-heartedly to capturing the perfect “upside-down Fuji” on camera… Or the tragic guy whose long hair so frequently masks his view of the perfect panty shot; doesn’t your heart just go out to him? No, since Colorful’s repertoire of feeble one-dimensional men-folk is flatter than a loli’s chest and ultimately far less entertaining.
I’ll probably have a hundred raging feminists on my doorstep tomorrow for saying this, but I don’t care that this show unashamedly objectifies women; pick up any ecchi series and that’ll happen – besides, it’s the men who come off looking worse anyway! No, my gripe is with Colorful’s repetition. It uses the same gag time and time again, until the humour itself becomes stale – even Ping Pong Club has more variation in its comedy content. I’m just thankful that each episode is only six and a half minutes long, so that I didn’t waste even more of my time on this craptastically shallow series.
The everyday life of the average, everyday guy is filled with the hope of getting even just a glimpse of an attractive woman's delicates in any way possible, and in any location: on the subway, in the park, or even under a table. One particular guy, Steve, finds it to be an amazing hobby, and would stoop to new lows to further his collection of panty shots, which he has hung about his room in a most decorative fashion. Colorful is a spastic, strange and extremely high octane way to look at the world of the typical man.
While I like a variety of different genres, if you give me comedy or slice of life, I'm bound to be happy – and if it's dark humour, all the better! I'll review whatever takes my fancy at the time, and whether you agree or disagree with my opinions, feel free to drop me a line.