Monobear pulls out a button, and presses it. The screen flickers to life and an orchestra that seems to consist of only screeching violins play.
"Eisuke Hanae, ah yes! The Super High-School Level Traceur! Upupu!"
The bear suddenly has a sheet of paper that he seems to be reading off of.
"So, Bara-kun! You've been to France! How romantique, ooh la la~!"
The screen behind the bear is blank, bar a single word.
Cheater.
"Bara-kun! Is it true that you hooked up with that girl in France? You should be ashamed, cheating on your boyfriend like that! Cheaters are horrible people. I'm sure some people out in the audience would agree!!"
The students are quiet and Monobear laughs ominously.
"I heard that the fallout was tragic! I bet there were tears of despair on both sides. Betraying someone like that, stabbing them in the back like that---
--It only makes you wonder...who's next for you to completely betray!? Upupupu!"
Monobear's laugh grows more and more maniacal, and the spotlight on Eisuke fades. The room is dark and the screen goes dark as well.
After the whole incident with Monokuma and everything else that had happened, Tsunami was a lot better off than one would think. In all honesty, the whole situation wasn't getting to her as much as it was the others. To her, this was all an elaborate prank put on by someone, and it would all blow over within a few days. Sadly for her, she would soon see how wrong she was.
Surely there was no way something like that could happen again, right? It was pretty much impossible, so she decided to let it go and simply focus on doing her own thing.
For some reason, that thing happened to be making rice crackers in the kitchen. After all, they were one of her favorite treats. It was only natural that she would know how to make them. By this point in time, she had already thrown the crackers in the oven, so all she had to do was wait, put the glaze on, throw them back in, and done.
Leaning against the counter, she simply watched the oven, growing a little more bored every passing moment than she already naturally was.
Mikami's Judgement: Library of Woe (working title): Part I
So, this film, at least, that's what I suspect it has, has opened with a hackneyed plot device; a loss of conciousness and an awakening in unfamiliar surroundings with a gaggle of complete strangers. This plot setup is about as old as World War One, and only about half as pleasant to be involved in. With this cheery forecast, allow me to begin.
So, like any good, or bad film, it continues, introducing the antagonist, a vague and undoubtedly powerful figure who has decided for unknown reasons to attempt to replicate a terrible event that happened many years ago. The effects are certainly impressive, with a full-scale moving animatronic of Monobear, the now famous icon for what is historically termed 'The Despair Incident'
But you're not reading this review for a history lesson, or at the very least if you are I'm afraid you must be a bit lost, so allow me to continue. This work of historical-inspired psychological thriller reality takes a fascinating twist when the kidnapped teenagers are all ordered to murder each other, a process that will no doubt be captured on the many, many, many, cameras everywhere in the library. Yes, everywhere. Yes, even there.
It's an interesting approach to camera work, I admit. Why bother with professional cameramen or camera rigs when you can just put a load of fucking cameras everywhere and choose the footage that looks the least like it was filmed through a camel's anus.
To properly rate this experience, I would have to discuss the characters; Yasu Ieyasu, an angry girl who ought to work on her violence and anger management issues and who very rudely dragged me around on the floor for the heinous crime of existing and demanded I help her and her ragtag group of acquaintances with doing.... something. I never figured out what.
Sonya Channing, an initially abrasive and rude foreigner who very crudely mocked my excellent taste in film before becoming slightly more rational to the extent that she was able to bestow upon me the most singular and rare of pleasures, that of learning something new about film.
Setsuna Emo-kun a person of indeterminate gender who really ought to get some clothes that seem less like they belong on the child of an American CIA agent and a French avant-garde director, but who has an interesting viewpoint on films, a sense of humour lacked by many other people in this place, and a generally agreeable personage overall. Also less violent and shouty than their female compatriots, so that's a thing.
After a bizarre encounter where I helped to reorganize a DVD section, and when I say helped I mean did the entire thing on my own, I, out of fear of my life and for no other reason, followed the party to breakfast, as Eisuke Hanake, a rather alarmingly large boy who is apparently my roommate, prepared an excellent rice dish.
The highlight of the scene was my meeting with Hotaru Hitoya, child star and actress extraordinaire, whereupon we shared a remarkably friendly and interesting conversation on the merit of her work, which concluded with my promise to continue to criticize and hers to continue to improve.
All in all, although I came worryingly close on a number of occasions, I have as yet escaped every encounter with an intimidating and loud person unscathed, more than I can say for the participants in the first incident.
All in all, this instalment merits a fair HOLY SHIT SOMEBODY GET US OUT OF HERE BEFORE SOMEONE DIES out of ten.
