Despite the idiotic name, this is pretty good. It has a few plot holes, and I don't really care for the action (not that it's bad, in its over-the-top, ultra super über machoismo of a lone guy killing everyone....), but the atmosphere is grave indeed. It feels so oppressive, and there's always the foreboding of painful things to come. Best part? It delivers. No stupid half-finished endings, no "we might make another season if there's enough interest so we have to make sure it's ambiguous", no happy, everyone-lives-and-gets-along, not even lone hero walking off into the sunset with his wounds and the sorrow in her heart - nothing. For once, I'm happy about an ending.
You hear that, Claymore? Yeah. Fuck you.
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