Ouran High bids goodbye

Spring and summer end. Fall steps in. Ladies and gentlemen, say “adieu” to the luscious, I mean, really luscious — not to mention, under-aged — young men of Ouran High School. The heartbreak. Sniff.

Since the awesomeness of Bisco Hatori hasn’t been squelched yet, the manga carries on even with the demise of its anime counterpart. Woo-hoo. But again, sniff. I am past the bargaining stage, and I am in the middle of depression. Acceptance is around the corner. Unless I turn one-eighty and go insane. Not a good thought.

As you might have noticed, the Host Club fascinates me. I do not only refer to the eye-candy traipsing around in those flamboyant clothing. Not entirely, anyway. I meant, the show itself. For a series featuring a bunch of lovable narcissist, it actually has (gasp!) depth. Heaven forbid. Remember the pumpkin?

So, I lied. Maybe only a smidgen of depth. But it’s darn entertaining and it makes me think. Nope, not thoughts of those strapping nekked young men, you dirty minded folks. And definitely not fantasies revolving around Mori and Kyouya. Hmmm, half-nekked Mori. Yum. Okay, I do think about it a teeny bit but I also tinker around the surprising development of the key players’ character arcs. The twins kicked major ass. I am still drooling over the one-two punch of episodes 20 and 21. The Kyouya chapters reveal a wonderful glimpse of an uncertain lad. I loved the whole flower blooming out of the frame metaphor. Unfortunately, Mori and Honey are not given enough time to shine. But their stories also paint a picture of the adorably idiotic Tamaki. Obviously, Hatori-sensei’s, erm, epic saga of the Host Club is incomplete. So, Tamaki’s arc covers only a portion his mystifying, in a semi-good way, psyche. Ahhh. Never fear. Since BONES employ a whole lot of competent and some excellent writers, His Blondness can boast of a credible plot. Rest assured, Ouran High Host Club is saved from the harrowing category of uber-sucky finales. As for the rose amongst the thorns (Gawd, I hate this phrase but I’ve always wanted to use it.), Haruhi manages to advance her character arc. Even for a tiny bit.

Ouran High might not be peppered with complex metaphors and symbolisms. It is not exactly the epitome of profoundness. No multilayered facets on its characters. Minimal angsting. Simple storylines. But guess what? I love the anime. I love some of the episodes more than a few of its paper counterparts. I’d marry Renge if same-sex marriage is legal in Texas (or if Renge is an actual person). Majority of the animation plain rocks. I adore the voice actors. And I am offering my first born for a second season. I might throw in my cousin’s little pet dog for good measure.