I’ve heard of foxes so desperate to escape a hunter’s trap that they’ve gnawed off their own leg in the process. I felt a similar urge of self-preservation to rip out my eyes when watching Okane ga Nai. At the same time, I couldn’t help marvelling at its bottomless supply of sleaze, its total disregard for old literary comforts like ‘plotting’, and not to mention character designs so disfigured that I thought the animators must be closet homophobes. Indeed, there’s something eerily self-harming in the experience; like that deathly vice maiming so many innocent woodland animals, Okane ga Nai clamped me to my seat with the irresistible power of horror. One grown man buys a pubescent-looking youth on chains (despite his looks he’s supposedly legal) as a sex slave and tells him to pay it off by becoming his house-homo tied to the kitchen and, of course, the bedroom. UN Declaration of Human Rights aside, I can’t believe this tripe counts as romance.
Yaoi fans will lap this up - after all, it’s about two guys doing it! - but everybody else will not.