This anime is absolutely gorge. It serves cunt. It is extremely stylish, beautifully animated, and the characters are cute, though some of the outfits are a little tacky. There are a lot of gratuitous fanservice shots, but even they are stylish, less embarrassing, if only because it hardly feels out of place; shameless excess is the entire thesis. Flip Flappers is unbelievably indulgent, a pure pleasure, like hearing your favorite song on the radio with no advertisements, like picking up a $100 bill off the park bench and spending it on a movie date with your childhood friend who has recently confessed her desire to take "it" "further" who covers her head in your chest at the scary parts and laughs at your unfunny jokes after the viewing while holding on to your arm like a mast in the typhoon and nuzzling into your side like a dog.
But other things are indulgent too, like candy and ice cream. Sometimes your body needs nourishment. Narratively, Flip Flappers suffers just a bit from the problem of revealing its hand all at once and a little too late. A good story is recontextualized by its own development, making subsequent readings more exciting and fulfilling, allowing the reader to put the pieces together and read between the lines. There is not much "between the lines" in Flip Flappers. But that's not what this anime is trying to be, anyway. Flip Flappers is not subtle. It is bombastic, carefree, a little cheugy, like a wedding cake. At a lesbian wedding. I want to fuck Papika so bad it makes my stomach hurt.
