19th Jan 2009
kicking fandom’s ass since 2000
19th Jan 2009
I have this odd mental quirk. I have a horrible time at remembering names of manga artists. Oh, I remember my favorites and the really well known ones, but other than that, I don’t have a clue. This has actually served me well when reviewing because I pick up a volume and don’t know that I’ve hated stuff by this artist before.
So, it should come as no surprise that I was reading this volume and thinking that the art is good, but the story is absolute crap and then wracking my brain trying to remember if I’ve seen this level of crap story and good art before. Of course, I have. It’s the artist who brought us such gems as Love + Alphα, Heavenly Body and Falling Into Love. My question is, does anyone think these stories are actually any good? Look past the semi-graphic sex scenes. Look past the pretty art. There’s no actual content.
I know I’m a fan of some pretty crappy manga. However, the crappy manga that I enjoy and follow at least have story lines that can be likened to a soap opera with their complexity and ability to make me exclaim ‘what the fuck?’ at least once a volume. This storytelling just bores the crap out of me.
So, we have Ryou, whose brother is a world famous model. Ryou lives in the same dorm as the models. The dorm is owned by his family. His family runs the modeling agency too. This puts him into close proximity to lots of pretty boys. One of the salient plot points for this manga.
One of the models, Kazuto, wants to win Ryou’s heart. The problem is that Ryou has a bit of a brother complex and no one can match his brother, Tomohito. Kazuto must prove his worth to Ryou before Ryou will give him the time of day. This proof not only involves molesting Ryou at every possible oppertunity, but also proving himself as a model.
Pretty boys, check. Slight hint of possible incest to titillate the readers, check. Boring-ass story line, check. We’ve all seen this before. I’m hoping I’m going to be able to remember this author’s name so I don’t have the unpleasant surprise of picking up another one of her works and getting disappointed, again.