Anyone who thinks that Sailor Moon is already halfway to porn will get a bit of a surprise with this one. This is the real hentai deal, complete with close-ups, anatomically correct body parts, and moaning (in your choice of Japanese or English).
Well, I say anatomically correct, but that’s not strictly true: the detail is surprisingly accurate, it’s just the scale that’s off. The girls have the usual helium-balloon breasts that you find in all anime, but these ones move around a lot more. In fact, at times I was expecting the things to float loose and bob against the ceiling. On the masculine side, one character produced something from his trouser area that was at least a cubit in length (Egyptian measure: look it up). Forget stashing it in his pants, he could stick it out of his car as an aerial. And fire-engine red, at that. I’m sure the aviation authority had a watch on it as a hazard to low-flying aircraft.
Campus, the first saga on the DVD, roared into life with screaming sex at the 2-minute mark: the first episode (of two) racked up 5 sex scenes in about 28 minutes, and I didn’t bother to count the second. More sex than you can poke a stick at, and indeed I sometimes felt like poking the participants with a stick, just to get their attention and get them to stop moaning. I shudder to think what my neighbours are thinking.
Girl Next Door, the second saga, had less sex but more comedy. In fact, some of the animation reminded me of the wacky Excel Saga. The fact that those surreal eyes are appearing on the face of a boy in a cinema getting a blow job is weird. The fact that no-one else in the cinema notices is impossible to credit. At this point, the fire-engine red appendage is the least of our worries.
If you’re hoping for an erotic thriller like Perfect Blue, you’d best steer clear. But if you want screaming sex and lots of it, this is the film for you.