Finally, the end of my Code Geass R2 withdrawal!
It has always been a pretty girl.
I’m not going to lie: I started watching anime seriously after I was enamored by Faye Valentine and her tragic voluptuousness. Everything about her was sexy: she had prominent breasts, among the most hypnotic green eyes, sleek purplish hair, and a past that would simply not go away.
I started my descent because of her and I have never regretted it. As much as I appreciate intelligence and plot in my anime I also appreciate a well-drawn, well-animated, and well-characterized anime girl.
In fact, I started watching Code Geass because of CC. It is also most certain that I will not forget Geass because of her: I was in denial as regards Lelouch’s death because I wanted CC to be finally loved after more than 400 years of being mistreated, abused, or ignored. I can admire the strength and virtuousness of her character because despite all that she had experienced all she became was a cynic and a misanthrope. She refrained from being a scourge to human society despite how it treated her: she could have been a murderer or an arsonist and no one could stop her. I admire that very much. While in the end she finally knew what it was to love and to be loved, the thought that the only man who ever loved her died due to an act of heroism was, at least for me, very tragic.
This was what ate at me. While Lelouch may have helped her triumph over her loneliness and cynicism, the fact that he died remains an undeniable physical tragedy. His death also suggests an ultimate tragedy: sooner or later, Lelouch will be just another memory to CC. Time is powerful that way.
I wanted to get these thoughts away from my mind; I wanted to move on to other things.
What got me into anime, however, was also what got me out of the rut I was in: it was, as it always had been, another pretty girl.
Back then, I didn’t know that this new pretty girl was a psychopath. But by god, she was very beautiful. Her name was Lila Tournay, and she was an important character in the second season of Dexter. She was portrayed by Jaime Murray (I have to watch Hustle now).
Of course I was enamored by Miss Murray’s countenance; this led me to watching the first two seasons of Dexter.
It was one of the best choices I’ve made for these past few days: it finally dampened my nagging desire and wish for a more physical manifestation of the relationship between Lelouch and CC. The serial drama was unconventional and well-written; it also had its share of attractive women (just two, actually), aside from its not-so-attractive ones.
The series tells the tale of Dexter Morgan, a blood spatter analyst. Before concluding it as another CSI derivative, however, its premise already has a twist: Dexter sidelines as a serial killer with a catch: he only kills murderers.
Traumatized at a very young age, he could not avoid becoming a sociopath. With his adoptive father’s guidance, however, he displays a veneer of normalcy.
The series is unashamed of exposing the seedier and more depraved side of humanity: this is evident in its sensual sex scenes, where even breasts are bare and the act actually looks like the act itself. This has led to controversy, especially to the supposedly morally upright (rooting for a serial killer), but it has also better portrayed the reality of murder and sociopathic action in addition to the fact that no one is perfect.
Michael C. Hall, the flaming homosexual in Six Feet Under, portrays Dexter Morgan in this series.
(Showtime didn’t pay me to advertise this series. People who are, however, looking for an alternative as I was with Geass should take a look into this series. If anything, it’s very unconventional as a series.)
P.S. Hi lolikit!