Okay, so it’s really late and I’m working on my final essays and Mom is preparing for a fundraiser and Matt found out that Netflix live-streams Voltron and we’re all sitting here watching it and pointing out which parts we remember and essentially doing a riff-track of all the things that don’t make sense and pointing out the continuity issues and trying to wrap our minds around the fact that this was apparently written by Americans so they don’t have the excuse of bad translations and now we’re adding “space” to the beginning of every noun, so we’re getting hungry for space-butter on our space-toast and English-space-muffins, with maybe a dab of space-butter, but we really shouldn’t because we just finished eating space-pizza and I’ve totally forgotten what the hell I was getting to because seriously, I had a point when I started this. shit.
OH WAIT! Now I remember.
So we’re sitting here watching this while we’re all busy and tired but really happy and reminiscing, and pointing out that the violence of Voltron was essentially training for the violence of later tv shows like Dragon Ball Z, after which we realized that nothing the Japanese could animate, no matter how violent, could match the violence of Looney Toons which has set an unmatched bar of senseless violence in all visual media ever since.
Looney Toons violence was SO over the top, mainly because it was only perpetrated because everyone hated each other, making it perfect subliminal messaging to get kids to understand the Cold War! Looney Toons was anti-Communist propaganda.
Now, I’m gonna write an essay about this with proper punctuation and everything and turn it into my history teacher instead of my actual final. Oh yeah.