RobiHachi

Welcome to Mars! Where you can eat a fried octopus and 'eat out’ a live octopus, too. Don’t do it at the same time…Or, at least make certain your friends and family don’t discover your depraved proclivities.

One has to wonder the resale value of Robby Yaji’s organs, especially considering the high costs of space travel. The cost-benefit analysis, obviously, does not favor the debt collectors (Yan’s group). Unless we consider the consequences of a lost reputation, and the exploitation of future debtors. In which case, the end justifies the means.

“Oh my god! It’s a f—king comedy, dude. Stop ... overthinking it!”

True enough. But the dynamic of the timid friend learning from his ‘looney’ counterpart is redundant. Furthermore, Robby and Hacchi failed as the comedic underpinnings of the series. The joke regarding the “lower half” and the “upper half” lacked the oomph to foster a humorous moment — plus, it dragged on forever. Gags that overstay their welcome rarely, if ever, produce genuine laughter from the audience. Moreover, the childish nature of the main characters was infuriating and monotonous.

Robby and Hacchi were essentially a pseudo-married couple with their constant bickering back and forth. To exemplify this point, in episode 10, they were arguing over bathroom cleanliness and the ‘correct’ way to rip toilet paper. Then Hacchi scolded Robby for concealing nudie magazines and an inflatable sex doll. It’s like the writer’s took their real life relationship issues, bitched about it in the writer’s room, then decided to ‘comedically’ integrate it into the story by making Hacchi the ‘wife’ and Robby the ‘husband.’

As for the cat-and-mouse chase through space (with tacky mecha fights), it lacked exhilaration. And given the lack of entertainment, puerile jokes and flat characters, there’s no reason for anyone to watch this series. Unless you enjoy a Japanese, Futurama knockoff with none of the staying power.