YOU’RE GONNA CARRY THAT WEIGHT.

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Recently was the one Bebop rewatch of mine where I bothered to watch in “chronological” order. To accommodate the movie re-screening!

As expected, it made little difference for a series I’ve already watched a ridiculous amount of times. 

One thing I’m amazed by. No matter how long it’s been. No matter how many more times I’ll go through it again. When it counts, I still get hit in the feels.

Except usually now, different scenes fuck me up more. (Ein happily leaving alongside Ed)

 

One of the more tragic things on Real Folk Blues was acknowledging Spike’s truly no special case.

It’s not just Spike’s death. On some microscopic, bittersweet level: Spike’s fate in that session was simply meeting up to code with the lost souls in mere sessions before.

These were characters who fought and rolled over in whatever bit of pride and stubbornness they could latch onto.

The ending will always bring chills. Final moments of a figure who only felt most alive during death. The silence and sheer brightness all equate to accepting what’s finished. And then, “Blue.”


Quite horrible for Faye. You got so used to seeing her drift away carelessly. Suddenly, her last and final sense of belonging was torn to shreds. That’s how her story ends. She didn’t get an easy way out.

 

I used to search for silver linings with these stories that in some cases could never truly be there. I was someone who wanted a second season of this way back when. I just didn’t get it.

Part of why I’ll stick with Bebop forever. I’ve rarely seen such compelling art adamantly use “whatever happens, happens” for a finer cause.