May 28, 2023
'Do You Like Your Mom Whose Normal Attack is a Double Hit on All Target?' is yet another one of those delightful isekai light novels that cater to the discerning taste of individuals with a peculiar sexual fascination and a longing for mother oedipus complex. It's truly remarkable how this work of literary brilliance has garnered such immense popularity, showcasing the undeniable fact that the animanga community mostly consists of hormonal teenagers who possess an exceptional ability to appreciate this masterpiece of trash.
From the very beginning, the title itself presents a convoluted mess, as if the author played darts blindfolded to determine its absurdity. One
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can only imagine the brainstorming session where someone thought, 'Let's combine the mundane concept of maternal love with RPG battle mechanics! Brilliant!' Well, perhaps not so brilliant after all.
The story follows Masato, an average high school student who is forcibly dragged into a virtual reality game by his overbearing, two-hit multi-target attacking mother, Mamako. Yes, you read that correctly. A game world where you embark on adventures with your mom. Oh, the joys of family bonding!
While the premise initially appears whimsical, it quickly devolves into a trite and uninspired narrative. The world-building is as flimsy as a house of cards in a hurricane, with haphazard explanations that leave more questions than answers. The rules of this game world seem to change at the author's whims, resulting in a disjointed and inconsistent setting that fails to captivate the reader.
As for the characters, they embody tired stock tropes and lack any real depth or complexity. Masato, the protagonist, is your typical bland, self-insert hero who seems to have no personality beyond his frustration with his overprotective mother. Mamako, on the other hand, is an exaggerated caricature of the 'helicopter mom' archetype, whose constant interference and overly affectionate nature quickly become grating.
Our protagonist, Masato, starts off as a conflicted young boy struggling with the expression of his love for his mother while feeling a hint of embarrassment due to her actions. However, as the story progresses, Masato's character fails to evolve, remaining stuck in a loop of repetitive and predictable behavior. His endless tantrums, resentful attitude, and constant complaints become a tiresome ordeal, hindering any genuine connection or empathy from the reader.
And then we have Mamako, the overpowered mother figure who can only be described as excessively clingy and utterly oblivious. While her intention may be to provide some semblance of comic relief, her actions often come across as forced and exaggerated, resulting in a one-dimensional portrayal that fails to tap into any potential for depth or emotional resonance. Let's not forget her absurd weapons, Terra di Madre and Altura, capable of effortlessly slicing through monsters and transforming enemies into Swiss cheese with a water-based bullet storm. Talk about balance issues. It's like the author threw any sense of strategy out the window. It's a complete joke!
The interactions between Masato and Mamako are intended to be comedic, but the attempts at humour feel forced and fall flat like a pierced balloon. The jokes rely heavily on repetitive innuendos and awkward situations, aiming for cheap laughs instead of clever wit.
The frustration and resentment between Masato and Mamako become painfully apparent as the story unfolds. Masato, never one to miss an opportunity for self-pity, grumbles and complains about his mother's overbearing nature. Despite the constant stream of complaints, Masato fails to take any meaningful action to improve their situation, perpetuating the cycle of his own frustration. It's a tiresome dance of unfulfilled potential and missed opportunities for character growth. Masato's incessant tantrums combined with Mamako's perpetual cluelessness make for an unbearable combination. Instead of shedding light on the bewildering situation they find themselves in—a video game world with no coherent explanation—Mamako conveniently dances around the issue, dismissing it as part of the adventure. Clearly, the author couldn't be bothered to provide a sensible story and instead settled for the ingenious concept of a bewildered mom and her angsty son.
In a stroke of sheer brilliance—or perhaps sheer laziness—the author introduces new waifus to the harem, a fellow adventurer named Wise who is just a stock tsundere, and a merchant named Porta who possesses calm and composed demeanor, a stark contrast to the chaotic dynamic between Masato and Mamako. One would hope that Porta's presence would inject some much-needed depth and stability into the story. Alas, her character is relegated to the role of a mere spectator, witnessing the absurdity unfold without contributing anything substantial.
To make matters worse, the dialogue between these characters becomes increasingly repetitive and devoid of substance. The same arguments and misunderstandings resurface, with Mamako's obliviousness and Masato's frustration reaching new heights of monotony. It's a never-ending cycle that offers no growth, depth, or meaningful interaction.
Yet, the true tragedy of this literary masterpiece lies in its utter lack of depth and substance. The narrative revolves around a feeble mother-son dynamic, exaggerated powers, and a video game world that seems to exist solely to create awkward and sexual situations, like the good old tentacle and slime rape.
The narrative lacks any semblance of meaningful character development. Masato's growth as an individual is overshadowed by the constant focus on his relationship with his mother, leaving him stagnant and devoid of personal agency. The potential for introspection and emotional depth is squandered, replaced instead with trite conflicts and shallow resolutions. In its attempt to blend the genres of comedy and fantasy, it falls into a pit of unoriginality and missed opportunities. It tries to be a whimsical escapade that explores familial bonds but ends up being an exercise in banality. The satirical intent may have been lost in translation, leaving you questioning your life choices.
Unless you have an insatiable desire for contrived humour and an affinity for horny mother-son dynamics, I would suggest seeking literary nourishment elsewhere.
Reviewer’s Rating: 1
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