Boku wa imóto ni koi o suru

That's very nice that you love your sister, but why bother with it for 49 minutes? You want incest? Go see Koi Kaze. You want "unusual" romance? Go see From Me to You. You want sex scenes? There are more than enough hentai. Want an ending where they're together but not actually together? Read High School Debut. You want a friend who turns out to be a bitch? It's better in LIFE. But if you want it low-key, cartoonish, and cobbled together, check this out. But having it together doesn't make it better; on the contrary, it's a weak concoction of both of them, weirdly pasted together. (02/04/2010)

First of all, I will not excuse myself of the very important remark that I was induced to watch it by a virtual kabedon :-) My only currently more pleasant feelings are that I obviously haven't watched many similar curveballs, so only the two memorable ones come to mind: the main characters' relationship in Yosuga No Sora: In Solitude Where We Are Least Alone and the intro to the main stud's behavior in the style of the universally hated Makoto Ito from School Days. Honestly, as massively taboo as the topic of forbidden love between siblings is, I'm not such a robot that a more interesting exploration/narrative wouldn't pique some measure of curiosity. It's just that Boku wa imoto doesn't know the boundaries of decency, and for every serious moment, there are 10 unacceptable or cringe-worthy scenes, lest we get the impression that it's even meant to be serious. Once the main character (who looks like he must have flunked out of school like 3 times) tries to hurl obscenities towards his sister by not keeping his fly in check, is as indecisive as the most spoiled Kardashian at a handbag window, and then talks his way out of it worse than the most infamous politician, any decent attempts at evoking romance or touching you have passed without effect. The pair of stranded, notoriously deranged girls don't help matters and cry themselves a grumpy river. I nearly choked on the church scene with the angry angels, but it was the pun on CLOVER that sent me rolling barrels across the room in convulsions. The film can't get much done in the short time it takes, and it's as if the final scene on the express train symbolizes the style with which the filmmakers tackled the subject matter. The poor composers and animators could only bend over backward to add various shimmers and dramatic plucking of the violins to evoke a sweet atmosphere, all of which ends up having the exact opposite pathetic effect. It's easy to guess that I didn't get anything out of this expedition, and figuratively I'll be pissing myself thoroughly the next time I take a bath, lest some memory make me do an extra painful somersault out of nowhere. (15/06/2021)