So, this is something I didn’t want to write.
Believe it or not, I really did want to have fun with RWBY this year. Yeah that ‘fun’ was derived from mocking its inept directing, mundane story, wooden voice actors and screeching soundtrack, but it was still fun nonetheless. And, for the first few episodes, I really did enjoy myself. ‘Good’ was still a few light years away, but at least I didn’t want to pull out my teeth and curse the day I heard of Monty Oum’s little fantasy world.
Then Episode 5 happened and I swiftly shut my mouth. I’ve had the complete episode review drafted for days now, but never uploaded it because I still, naively, wanted this to be a fun experience for me. So I waited and, by some divine judgment, just as Episode 6 was released The Streamy Awards, an online organization, announced that the winner of their Best Animated Series was…RWBY. That makes two groups that have decided that RWBY is the standard for the Internet’s growing animation sector.
I followed up that joyous news by watching Episode 6. So, yeah; I haven’t been in the best of moods for the past few days. And I have no one but myself to blame. I knew when I started this series that it wasn’t going to be pretty to be a critic. Anytime you speak contrary to a group blinded by their own fandom, you’ve committed yourself to swimming upstream with one arm tied behind your back. And that, along with the false hope that SOMEONE on this production team was competent, caused me to slack off. I will not do that again: not so long as this crap heap exists and the world tries to keep it on a pedestal.
So strap yourselves in kids because I’m back…and this time I’M PISSED OFF.