Amon Saga has all the elements common to much anime: buxom women, mighty-thewed heroes, fearsome villains, and a band of sidekicks to support the hero and provide comic relief in the slow spots. Indeed, the hero here has thews so mighty that this is clearly the reason why he wears a skimpy loincloth: those thighs would rub holes in trousers in no time, and lead to much chafing. I suspect his saddlebags contain jars of manly unguent to soothe the chafing of those thighs. Perhaps that accounts for his ferocity with the sword, because sore thighs would make even a saint cranky.
The heroine, too, is amply endowed in the boosie department. So amply that it boggles the brain. Where Marie Antoinette once said that the perfect breast should fit into a champagne glass, this missy obviously orders her breasts by the firkin (“Firkin: a small barrel containing between 7 and 10 gallons”. Don’t say that you don’t learn anything from anime).
Of course, when Marie Antoinette was talking about champagne glasses, she meant those delicate bowl-shaped ones, not the tall flutey arrangements. Those would have had fashionable girlies with norks like razor strops: no bra would be needed, since one could simply knot them in front or back. One could even weave ribbons into the structure for special occasions.
But I digress. Missy heroine here has the obligatory helium balloons strapped to her chest, which have the same floaty effect as her hair. I’ve always wanted hair that would spontaneously drift into a wide halo, possibly with lighting effects, but I seem to have been denied the requisite genes. This girl, however, has far more breasts than anyone should reasonably be expected to deal with. Not that she’s got five of them, but the regulation two that she has got are clearly designed on a sort of Great Wall Of China scale, rather than on the coupla-pints-should-do-the-trick scale that most of us are familiar with.
And this is the sort of fuzzy thinking that I tend to drift into when I catch sight of one of these anime girlies with anti-gravity attachments. It’s not as though I have the young male preoccupation with breasts. After all, I’ve got some myself, and I’m here to tell you that the novelty soon wears off. Definitely after trying to run for a bus. But this bizarre anatomy never fails to make my eyes cross and my brain go into dullard mode.
Aside from lengthy discussions of bosomry, what can I say about this film? The animation is mostly ordinary, with some beautiful and highly-detailed setpieces scattered throughout. The story is reasonably interesting, again once one shifts focus from the breastage, and the giant turtle is a welcome device that should be used more often. I would have preferred if there wasn’t so much rushing about, chiefly because the animation used to represent this consisted of radiating or parallel horizontal lines and a whooshing sound, which made me quite queasy after a while.
Overall, fairly entertaining, provided you can overlook the breasts. Give it your best shot.