![]() This sounds very simple, perhaps mandatory for any tale, but it is how natural it all comes off as being that gives the narrative its edge. Essentially, every situation is designed for one of two purposes, sometimes both in unison: building the world and guiding the series towards the finale. The show’s greatest strength lies in the events that take place. This problem is finally corrected by the fourth episode onward, so the tonal issues leave, but that kink in the slinky always remains and is therefore never forgotten. The next episode has intermittent joking that is not as jarring but the episode following becomes nothing but humor despite the drama surrounding it all. Very early on, the anime does not know what it really wants to be one scenario has a tender moment between a grandmother and her grandchild only to have the next piece of dialogue revolve around potty humor. ![]() For Plastic Memories, it takes the slinky and nearly breaks it. Think of the tone like a slinky: it can bend, twist, and contort but when left alone it always goes back to its neutral state. Instead, it must make sure that it keeps the tone in mind and refrain from making egregious divergences from its initial path. For example, a comedy is designed to make the audience laugh, but that does not mean it must fully abstain from serious or less-than-light-hearted moments. The tone of an anime or any other work is set in stone, with minor fluctuations throughout. Plastic Memories manages to get off on the wrong foot from the very beginning due to apparent tonal issues. Partnering with a clumsy Giftia known as Isla, the two’s relationship slowly blossoms. Plastic Memories follows young Tsukasa Mizugaki who has just recently transferred into a company that deals in the retrieval of “Giftias,” or cyborgs with human souls. Soccer or family, happy or sad, memories are, as Plastic Memories somewhat depicts, a beautiful existence that should not be tossed aside but instead embraced for as long as humanly (and Giftia-ly) possible. It is one of the saddest moments I have ever experienced, with me still owning the cotton glove to this day. There are also those not-so-happy memories I remember my grandpa’s funeral, watching my mother and her siblings weeping for their father, with me, my brother, and my other cousins carrying the casket. ![]() I rarely scored (I was not very good) so such a rare occurrence combined with the manner in which it happened is something that will stick with me forever. I will never forget how, during one match, I managed to kick the ball from our end into their net due to a super lucky bounce. I remember this time when I played indoor soccer as the goalie. I have talked about memories in other reviews that I have written, and it is fascinating the things you start to recollect when you begin contemplating that word. ![]()
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