「オムライスの日」 (Omuraisu no Hi)
“Rice Omelette Day”
Well, I did ask for a quiet end for Isla last week, and Plastic Memories is definitely delivering on that front. There’s no tearful retrievals, no mention of death anywhere. Nothing but sugary sweetness all around. I suppose it’s not all too different from how it usually is around Terminal Services One, except once in a while two kids get really flustered in each others presence. Ah, self-consciousness. Isla and Tsukasa ate from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, and their eyes were opened.
I suppose every anime couple needs to go through this stage at some point, especially since it seems that Isla and Tsukasa are new to this whole ‘being in love’ thing. Ever had a friend who’s new to both love and heartbreak, blindly and swooningly in love, the kind who’s awkward for colleagues in the present and embarrassing for themselves in hindsight? We’ve got some right here. I don’t think you’ll actually be able to find anybody so pure and innocent where even the most minor physical contact is a terrifying obstacle in our day and age, but it serves to show that these young lovers are utterly hopeless. So hopeless, that they have to consult the mafia for advice. The mafia. They’re all a bunch of misunderstood romantics, I’m sure.
The takeaway, I guess, is that relationships don’t necessarily need to be exciting; sure, you’re bound to surprise each other in the early stages no matter what you do, but at some point perhaps stability is the more desirable quality. Also, one of you are going to need to learn how to cook or else you’d have to eat out all the time and the budget is going to take a lot of hurt. You can’t mooch off la famiglia forever. Though I suppose one can just liberally apply ketchup to make anything palatable; that’s the Australian philosophy regarding meat pies.
336 hours ~ looking ahead
This episode was as feel-good as Plastic Memories had ever been. Completely slice-of-life, with the tragedy turned down to zero, it is easy to forget that Isla is actually a dying robot. No, I didn’t really want to remember it, because watching people just be happy heals the soul, and I didn’t want it ruined with gloom and doom. Isn’t that the message of Plastic Memories, especially in this episode? It was about finding enjoyment in the everday, taking pleasure in the mundane. Yes, nothing much at all happens this episode, but nothing happened in a very significant way, if that makes sense. After all the high drama we’ve had in previous episodes, this is the payoff.
Of course, we’re not at the end yet, so there’s bound to be something to shake things up. I won’t say we’re in the quiet before the storm because no real storm front has really been telegraphed this episode (except for, of course, Isla’s final passing, but even that got no attention this time). But it is the way of storytelling for tension to rise and fall, and since we’re at an all time low this week I would expect an increase again the next. Alternatively, Plastic Memories remains full slice-of-life for the rest of its run, which will be sort of an amusing decision. Usually shows genre switch into drama, not out of it. It’ll probably build on Isla and Tsukasa’s relationship either way, since that’s what we’ve been doing thus far. Will it be gentle development, or a trial by fire? We shall see.
Full-length images: 30.