Saturday, July 4, 1998
End of Evangelion
Maybe it’s just me. But director Hideaki Anno seems to be off his meds.
Not a feel-good movie, kids.
More like clinical depression with giant robots and subtitles.
It all ends in a Jackson Pollock blood-splatter. The angels kill everybody. On the planet. (Or, depending on how you look at it, everybody merges into one collective consciousness inside a planetary sea of red LCL jello.) But, from where I’m sitting, it looks like everybody dies, except Shinji, that little shit, and Asuka. They wind up on a beach, alone in a dead world, and things just don’t look good for the new couple.
By way of analogy ...
If Anno had written Return of the Jedi, Luke Skywalker would have curled into a foetal position on his last mission and the second Death Star would have destroyed the rebel fleet. We would see them all die, in a long, drawn-out montage with lyrical music. Princess Leia would’ve survived, barely. Luke would have masturbated in her hospital room while she lay there in a coma. Then, after finding out all their friends were dead, Luke would have attempted to strangle her before impotently giving up. Leia would’ve moaned “I feel sick.” Roll credits.
But, hey, if all the Ewoks got wiped out?
Definitely an improvement.