What is Eden of the East the Movie II: Paradise Lost all about?
Paradise Lost continues right after the first film in which Saki and Akira travel to Japan to stop Akira from becoming King of Japan. For some reason, the group, Eden of the East wants to stop Akira from becoming the King of Japan and Akira agrees but when he reaches Japan, different things happen. Akira WANTS to be King of Japan and Juiz does that by implicating that Akira is the illegitimate son of the current dying prime minister. So, he will not become King of Japan but rather, a prime minister which is the closest he can get to since Japan already has an Emperor. Throughout the movie, people are trying to find out beginnings. Saki tries to find Akira’s mother, Eden of the East tries to end the game and one member of it, Hirasawa even finds out how the game started by meeting Mr. Outside, or Ato Saizo who is in fact, very much alive and is a taxi driver. Ato Saizo is the man who gave the Selecao money and phone and also the one who chose the Selecao by choosing people who rode his cab.
What did you think of the film?
Well, it feels like an origin film rather than a final film. Everyone wants to know the beginning in order for the game to end. There is nothing wrong there though because finally, questions are beginning to get answers, despite the answers being somewhat ridiculous. But then again, this is a film whose original series started with a naked man at the White House. But to me, the ending sucked. It feels no more conclusive than the series. Perhaps this is because I have seen to many episodes of Lost that I want everything to be answered and to have an event after that. But seriously, ending the game saying everyone has won and wiping out their memory and that’s it? What’s the prize? For an anime movie, I expected more.
What is Eden of the East Movie I: King of Eden all about?
This film continues right after the anime series that had eleven episodes. Akira had saved Japan from another missile attack and told Juiz, the mysterious robot voice on the Selecao phone that he wanted to be King of Japan. It turns out, becoming King of Japan is harder than it seems like. Till now, all the Selecao’s demand seem easily fulfilled but in truth, there is a lot to the process. And unluckily for Akira, one of the process of becoming King of Japan is amnesia, once again. So again, it starts exactly like the series with Akira losing his memory. He may lose his memory but all over Japan, people know Akira as Air King, the man who posed who saved Japan. Meanwhile, Akira is in America and Saki, so desperately misses him that she travels there under threats from other Selecao to find him. Its the anime series all over again!
What did you think of the film?
I personally liked it. After watching the anime series, it was refreshing to know that there is a continuation to it. However, it was short. That was one of the things I did not like about the film. But perhaps it was understandable. The director seperated the story into arcs and this film just told another arc in which Saki searches for Akira. The second movie is the one to watch for. That is the movie that will really interest fans.
Hey, diary. Have I told you about how my Murphy’s Law incident began? Why I wanted to write so badly? Why the struggle between publishing or just giving the lost manuscript back to its original owner became a struggle for life or death?
Well, before I start on that, please know that Samantha liked my story. Well, she liked an anonymous person’s story. But still, I had the manuscript with me. When I though that Samantha’s superpower (fast reader) could not get better, it did. She is like Ichigo Kurosaki, or Monkey D. Luffy, or Naruto, or many other animanga charcters I have seen. She needs only a short time to improve her powers and when I thought she was the greatest, she did even greater. But to be fair, it had been years since I last seen her.
Animanga charcters, however, are applicable to the Pygamalion Effect (don’t tell me you forgot already) but what about Samantha? Who would force her to be greater than her greatest? Her parents, teachers? Whoever it was, let me tell you that I am sure it involves child abuse because how the the hell someone great can be greater I don’t know. You know what she did, that shocked me so much? She read the manuscript, about 300 pages in just half an hour. You got that right. She even commented on it and told me what could be fixed. She sure is an amazing gal!
But moving on, did you know that my mom is sick of this town? Yes, the town that I’m living in. Apparently, she’s moving away to the countryside. Well, I for one is happy for her. In any situation, I would cheer for her and dad and tell them that this would be the greatest chance that they will have to strengthen their already strong relationship. Heh, talk about Pygamalion Effect there.
Is life seperated in partitions? There will be good time and there will be bad times, all seperated into partitions that don’t interact with each other. For one time in my life, there seem to be only bad luck that happens, but then in another time, there seem to be an endless stream of good lucks that for most of it, all of my bad lucks are forgotten. Life sure is good if that could happen. Could it?
But that would be forgetting Murphy’s Law. What is Murphy’s Law, dear diary? Anything that can go wrong will go wrong. I don’t know where it started, perhaps I will check it in Wikipedia later. But Murphy’s Law actually supports my theory on luck. When things are good, then Murphy’s Law messes things. Then after Murphy’s Law ends, so starts good luck until the cycle is repeated that it becomes bad again. On and on without an end. Perhaps I should patent it and call it Slater’s Law. Luck is devided in partitions that will go around and around without an end.
Now, enough with the rambling, time to get to the juice. What is it, you ask? Well, something bad has happened. Well, good if it’s viewed in a normal way but when you combine it with the manuscript, it becomes bad. Well, sort of.
This all started when I went to drink coffee at a shop called Delicino, a name created from the portmanteu of Delicious and Cappucino. To make a long story short, I met Samantha. Yeah, you read right, diary. Samantha, the girl who read my stories and who was a super-reader. The reason I became a writer! In case you have a bad memory, which you don’t cause you aren’t even real, she was the girl I talked about in my first entry. She was my whole reason for writing. I had to repeat that! But I haven’t seen her in years. Why is she suddenly here, in my hour of need and desperation? Is it a sign from fate? Wow, that seemed too poetic.
“Samantha?” I said, that surprised tone faked because I could see her from the moment I entered the store.
“Slater? John Slater?” she said, the surprise in her voice real as real can be.
I first watched The Godfather when I was 14 years old. I still remember that night. There was a trilogy screening on cable. The trilogy will be showed back to back from 10 pm until 8 am. I watched the first film out of curiosity. I had always heard that The Godfather was a good film so I tried watching it. To my surprise, it was very good. So I stayed and watched the second film. Halfway, I got sleepy. It was three in the morning, so no matter how good a film is, you must feel sleepy at some point. But for The Godfather, I stayed. I boiled some water and made instant coffee, two times. That made me stay awake until eight. By the time 8 am came, I was tired and quickly fell asleep. Thank god it was a holiday so there was no school.
After watching all three films back to back, I slept with only The Godfather in mind. In my dreams, I was Michael Corleone, son and successor of the Corleone Family. But in the dream, I didn’t kill people. Far from it, I made peace. But hey, it was a dream after all. No one said it had to be logical. I still don’t know how all the Five Families made peace with me in the dream but because I just watched three Godfather films, the dream of being Michael Corleone was truly vivid. When I woke up, I was scared. I didn’t want to be Michael Corleone.
“Why are you crying, boy?” a man said behind Marston.
Marston was crying the cry of his life. He had never known he could cry like this before. He turned around and say a man with a white cowboy hat and a long beard plus mustache, eyes sharp and face as serious as a rock. He looked at Marston as if he was disgusted with him.
“Where is your dignity, boy? You’re a man, not a woman,” the man continued, surprising Marston. Where was all this coming from? Why was that man scolding young Marston.
Marston responded: “Dignity?”
“Your pride,” he replied, his voice thick with Texas accent.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Marston said with his sob still present.
“Just playing with you, kid,” he said finally. “I saw what happened back there. You okay?”
“Okay?” Marston yelled, annoyed at this person in front of him. “What part is this okay? That Sasquatch took my ball. He took my ball without permission. And I’m lost in this jungle. How can I be okay?”
“Whoa. Relax, boy. I’m just asking. What’s your name, by the way?”
“Marston? Sounds like a cowboy’s name to me.”
“Its my name, not a cowboy’s name.”
Henry woke up with a sudden jolt. His eyes ran wild, scanning left and right but all he saw was darkness. Where in the hell is he?
His eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness. He could make out shapes now, there were pillars, lots of them. He looked above him, more pillars and even horizontal ones. He touched the ground, it was dirt. The ground was rough and cold. He sighed, mist forming in an instant. It was winter and Henry was freezing. He didn’t have his jacket with him. A couple of hours here and Henry would freeze to death.
He stood up and looked around. Henry had a good idea where he was. He was at a construction site, that much he knew.
“Henry!” a voice yelled out in the distance. Squinting, Henry could barely see a figure running wildly towards him, emerging from the thick winter’s mist. It was his friend, his classmate Max.
“Max, you’re here too?” he asked.
“Do you know where we are, Henry?” Max asked, gripping Henry’s shirt frantically, demanding an answer.
“The hell I know,” he answered roughly. “This is a freaking construction site. That much I know.”
“How did we get here, Henry? I don’t remember a thing!”
Henry visualized his final memories before he got here. Blank. He was the same as Max. He didn’t have a clue how he landed in this place.
“I don’t remember, Max. I seriously don’t. All I remember is us and Michael going back home and then… That’s it. That’s all I remember.”
“Me too,” Max said, his voice slowly trembling. He was going to cry.
Henry slapped Max in the face. “Keep yourself together, Max. Are you a man or a woman, huh?”
“I’m sorry,” he answered, slowly returning to his senses.