The Chocolate Panic Picture Show

This is a short surreal film, probably inspired by stream of consciousness. I can't say this is for everyone, taking into account a number of different factors, despite its style and age.

The film illustrates what can only be described as the alcohol and heat-induced nightmare of a sun-bather, who is overwhelmed by phenomena occurring on the beach around him, namely naval carriers and aircraft.

Judging by the soundtrack, if you couldn't discern anything from the overt symbolism, one can concluded improvisation and is the driving force behind the film. Because of this method of story-telling, there is not much be said about the character ... except that he is borderline and anxious, and the plot leaves its viewer much the same way.

Overall I can't say I enjoyed this too much, its seems to be an attempt to explore consumerism and militarism, if anything. But I can appreciate the attempt.

This was shit, but it could have been shit in the way where you think "hey, at least they tried" and you're charmed by it. Instead it's shit and it's full of itself like it did something really funny and cool. I'm basing this off of the final song where the mambo chinbo chonbo guy is laughing his ass off after repeating the three names ad nauseum.

When it starts it's got a weird ambient atmosphere and this breathing noise that almost puts you in a trance, like you might be about to experience something more cerebral than you were expecting from The Black Monkey Lips ... Anime, but then the breathing noise goes on for 7+ minutes and you want to rip your hair out for how annoying it is. When we finally see our black heroes doing anything but sitting in cyberspace chillin they're mildly entertaining but their animations repeat so many times that the charm wears off and you're wondering why in the fuck they didn't just do something more racist. At least if they had some completely out of pocket racist shenanigans it would be really funny and piss a lot of people off but instead you'll just be wondering why you even bothered watching this by the end.

We all know the real reason is to get your Psychological achievement in Anime Plus, but we SHOULD be better than that, so only watch this if you truly do not have anything better to do than give something a 1-3 on MyAnimeList

As the joke goes, there was some much money floating around in the mid-eighties that just about any (and every) story concept that was proposed could get green-lit as an OVA.

And this, my fine friends, is the proof that is true.

I can only imagine that the director decided to chomp down on a whole pile of mushrooms, and then tell his assistant, "Okay, now write down everything that I say for the next three hours. And we will turn that into an anime."

So what is the result? ... Well, there's no story. There's no plot. There's no words. It's just a sort of stream of consciousness dreamscape of disconnected images, featuring three guys in nothing but grass skirts (overtly racist character designs at that) running around doing...stuff.

There is no point to all of this. At least, as far as I can tell. It's the sort of thing that you would expect to appear out of nowhere at 2AM on a bleary-eyed broadcast of Nightflight on the USA Network in 1986.

It's decently animated, at least. Seems to me it was almost an exercise in the animator saying "let me show off all the different ways I can animate things!". And, the soundtrack is also decent enough. It's just...there's no point. At all.