“I came back for my own purposes,” said the Time Traveler, looking around my booklined study. “I chose you to talk to because it was . . . convenient. And I don’t want you to do a goddamned thing. There’s nothing you can do. But relax . . . we’re not going to be talking about personal things. Such as, say, the year, day, and hour of your death. I don’t even know that sort of trivial information, although I could look it up quickly enough. You can release that white-knuckled grip you have on the edge of your desk.” I tried to relax. “What do you want to talk about?” I said. “The Century War,” said the Time Traveler. I blinked and tried to remember some history. “You mean the Hundred Year War? Fifteenth Century? Fourteenth? Sometime around there. Between . . . France and England? Henry V? Kenneth Branagh? Or was it . . .” “I mean the Century War with Islam,” interrupted the Time Traveler. “Your future. Everyone’s.” He was no longer smiling. Without asking, or offering to pour me any, he
That is some funny stuff.
ReplyDeleteDoes the Japanese voiceover match the subtitles?
Does the peice work with a Japanese sense of humor, or is it just aimed at us gaijin?
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The voiceover and text match perfectly. I am confused as to the target audience; some of the humor doesn't seem aimed at western audiences, and other bits are quite subtle.
ReplyDeleteI am confused about its origins.
Doooooooooomo.
ReplyDeleteI want some special secret squirrel sushi.
Ma, ma, ma, mah.
ReplyDeleteFor its origin and link to its sequel, please read my recent entry;
ReplyDeletehttp://longtailworld.blogspot.com/2006/01/documentary-on-japanese-sushi.html