Critic's Agenda

From my previous blog, as you came to know how Beastars left an impact on me; my first impression potently expressed how I loved the series. So it ultimately drove me to do further studies and imprint my solicited views on the show itself and especially the characters and its design. Beastars is a profoundly queer text. I thought I would hone in on something more specific from the series rather than going the whole, that is about Beastars being all about racism and homophobia. Despite being a story about animals it is very human in a way that it portrays young adults growing up and trying to find their place in the world. After all, Beastars is marking as a coming-of-age story rather than some dystopian take on society. As such I think it's very useful to analyze the characters starting with the main character Legoshi. Needless to say, there will be spoilers ahead. So if you don't want to face them, please go and check the series out. Legoshi Here begins our blog. At first, let...

  Beastars follows our two main protagonists Legoshi and Haru. Legoshi is a tall and massive wolf, who despite preconceived notions, is an actually calm, gentle, and relatively shy person. Haru, a white Dwarf Rabbit is less than half the size of Legoshi and is constantly bullied and ridiculed by the other animals.  One night, Legoshi can't help himself and hunts down the nearest animal, which is Haru. But after he can come to his senses Haru escapes with a deep wound on her arm. In Cherryton academy animals of all sizes and races comes together. And while there is distrust and unease between them all, Legoshi's life changes in unexpected ways - This is Beastars. On the internet, upon being released, it received general hate for being a 'furries' anime- After the surprising release of the show, it got a great amount of stupid criticism for being a furries' anime. People started to categorize it and provoked the viewers as someone with a disgusting taste of choice. So...

  The Story of Bruises There’s a dog on the street; tattered and bruised-mark all over him. But he had something of pride, you know. My colony is full of street dogs and he has a different place in them. No one ever tried to screw with him. He never asked for food, never mends in other’s business. Just there stable as it is, he lays in the middle of the street like he is the king or something and sleeps like there’s no tomorrow. Every time I saw him, it seemed, he was searching for something. Those distant eyes and strange manner; peculiar of course but those bruises on him tell stories; stories that of a legend or something more. I am new here, so I don’t know what they actually are, but they are like some untold stories; penetrating everyone to publish them. I was at a club meeting; at least I remember clearly, that day I was feeling rather melancholic. There’s a meeting going on about the betterment of our colony and the details get me so bored that I was gazing further than the...