Since both Yuru Yuri Two-Eighth-Notes and Tari Tari have two repetitious words in the title, and since both have left me feeling either lukewarmly positive or brimming with dispassion, I saw it only fit to cram the insubstantiality of the two in one big post. Enjoy!
Yuru Yuri Two-Eighth-Notes
What’s the greatest joke in the world? If your answer is “lesbians” or any variation thereof, then Yuru Yuri is the show for you, and you’ve already watched, dissected, and defended the first season while gorging yourself on rum raisin ice cream, and nothing I can say could convince you not to do the same with Yuru Yuri Two-Eighth-Notes. And you know what, go for it if you already know it’s your cup of tea, but I hope that the following can persuade any indecisive readers to avoid it.
My biggest problem with Yuru Yuri is that, more often than not, it’s virtually identical to every other four-koma adaptation featuring four cute girls and a cast of side characters that bring the regulation amount of quirkiness to the table. Every once in awhile though, often at the least appropriate times, it has to make the characters flail and scream, “HEY, WE’RE LESBIANS! GET IT? GET IT? GET IT? LAUGH! WAAAAA LESBIANS!” It’s totally unnecessary, which isn’t good in a show that’s supposed to be about fucking yuri.
I tolerated the first season because it had a sort of awkward charm, meandering with little sense of purpose, almost as if it didn’t expect to actually become popular enough to earn a second run. The second season opened with “HOLY SHIT, PEOPLE ACTUALLY LIKED THIS, I CAN’T BELIEVE IT” before reverting to its boring “pseudo-lesbians are funny” spiel, ruining what little appeal it had for me. Some of the jokes worked, but most fell flat when not just reduced to banal conversation, given their tendency to either shamelessly recycle or reference one-off jokes from the first season.
That’s about all I can say on such an insubstantial show, so to summarize, it’s pretty much the same as the first season but with more of an irritating swagger. I hope I can convince others not to bother with it, but it’s not like I can actually physically stop any of my readers from giving it a shot if their morbid curiosity gets the better of them, like it did with me.
Much like Yuru Yuri Two-Eighth-Notes, you already know if you’ll enjoy Tari Tari or not. If you feel that P.A. Works’ problematic habit of keeping characters within rigid cells of character development is overshadowed by the meticulous attention to detail in their animation, then you’ll likely enjoy the ever-loving hell out of it. If not, then not. The writing’s decent for P.A. Works and the characters themselves are thus far more distinctive than Hanasaku Iroha’s moeblob pick n’ mix, but there’s little else that Scamp hasn’t already said that I can further elaborate on. It doesn’t feel like a failed attempt by robots to pen a comedy script, but neither does it do all that much with what it has.
If I had to choose one of these two to recommend, it’d definitely be Tari Tari, but there are most assuredly better shows that have yet to come out. Still, communicating through sucking on a straw beats out awkward references to lame jokes any day of the week.