Watch “What’s Opera Doc?” or watch “Gigantor”?
Watch Bugs outsmarting Peter Puma, or watch Astro Boy?
Watch Rocky and Bullwinkle help Captain Peachfuzz rescue the Upsydaisyum mine from Boris and Natasha, or watch Tobor the 008 man?
Watch Cecil rescue Beanie yet again from Dishonest John, or watch Marine Boy?
Watch Roger Ramjet or watch Speed Racer?
Watch Tennesse Tuxedo, Chumley and the Go-Go Gophers, or watch Kimba the White Lion?
From what I was subjected to, I’d never guess that anime was for kids.
Unfortunately, given what I remember about the quality of the animation, the characters, the story lines, the sight gags, and the overall amusement quotient, I’m not prepared to embrace the notion that it’s anything I’d walk across the street to see as an adult, either.
Yes, Josie and the Pussycats, Scooby Doo, the Archies, the Three Robonic Stooges, Peter Potamus, Jabberjaws, Touche Turtle, Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm as teen-agers, Clutch Cargo, Johnny Quest, Hong Kong Phooey, Atom Ant, and Secret Squirrel were abominations in the sight of the LOWered, and whoever came up with Strawberry Shortcake, Smurfs, and the SuperFriends needs to be taken out and shot, but American cartoon culture had saving graces, that simply were not in evidence in any anime shows during my formative years.
Anime had no Bob Clampett, no Tex Avery, no Chuck Jones, no Jay Ward, no Fred Quimby, no Walter Lantz, no Mel Blanc, no Daws Butler, no June Foray, no Edward Everett Horton, no Hans Conried, no Paul Frees, no Max Fleischer. No multi-plane camera work. No shorts. No product that could command the love and loyalty of a true scion of the era of the electronic babysitter. Or at least not this one.
I didn’t find it funny (the purpose for the existence of cartoons).
I didn’t find it avant garde (not that I would have given a rat’s patootie if I had).
I found it boring and bewildering. Boring, because, well, it just was. Bewildering, because I couldn’t fathom just why I was supposed to be attracted to this stuff.
So, you go ahead and enjoy your anime. This customer was lost to the form a generation ago.
I do recognize that anime offerings to the American market are more diverse now than back in the sixties and seventies. But non-anime cartoons appear to be enjoying a renaissance of their own, and with the limited amount of time and opportunity that I have for indulging in cartoon-watching, I find that Dexter’s Laboratory, The Simpsons, the Animaniacs, Rugrats, and Cow and Chicken are just going to crowd Pokemon right off the schedule.