“All you children who love stories, gather around!”

To be honest I never really understood in the first place.

To be honest I never really understood in the first place.

So we’ve got a duck who can transform into a ballet dancer who can transform into a Magical Girl. And she’s trying to piece together the pieces of this guy’s heart which were scattered when he defeated some evil Raven. But this guy is actually a prince from a story written by this old guy who died (except he didn’t).

This is what I’ve been able to glean from the first two episodes of Princess Tutu, which is an…interesting show to say the least. It’s like someone mashed together At Swim-Two-Birds, The Red Shoes and some Shojo anime with a dollop of European art film on top. So naturally I’m sold on what Princess Tutu is trying to do.

Anyhow, Mytho (the aforementioned prince) appears to be under the control of a Muslim ascetic fellow ballet dancer called Fakir. Tensions rise in the second episode when Mytho breaks up with his girlfriend and starts hanging out with Anteaterlerina, who might actually hold a missing piece of Mytho’s broken heart. This leads to a bit of a Dance Off between Anteatlerina and Mytho’s ex.

Why did it take so long for me to watch this? Junichi Sato makes for a far worthier inheritor of the mantle of Tchaikovsky than Darren Aronofsky ever did.

I question your taste in women, Mytho.

I, uh, question your taste in women, Mytho.

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About Josh W

A Catholic; an occasional writer.
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