Review of Blue Period

I urge you to read until the end. So it was exactly 9 am in the morning today when I felt this urge gushing upwards from my lower back all over my intestines into my head. It was a familiar feeling. Something I've, and everybody else, experienced dozens of times over and over again. It was natural yet private and discreet. Then this brilliant idea struck my thoughts like lightning hits an old, rotten tree: What if I share this moment of my life with a greater audience. Surely I will get the acknowledgment worthy of my deed. So I stood up from my workdesk made my way through the hallway of offices all the way to the most sacred place that building I'm in has to offer. The men’s bathroom on the 3rd floor, the last cabin in the line. A divine haven for all the people seeking the heavenly relief of taking their morning dumb. Pushed down the guts by whopping 2 liters of coffee. As I lowered my pants, gently descending my buttocks onto the bowl, the urge from before transformed into an unstoppable reality. What was about to come out of my purely formed cervix was the result of 2 straight days of dining at chipotles. Pushing out my well prepared gift of mother nature felt like a fight with the devil himself but in the end, an absolutely astonishing result made its way out eventually plopping into the bowl. I immediately jumped off in cherished excitement. And my wildest expectations were truly met. She was a queen under the great sun of human feces. It had the pure form of a rod much like the one my father used to beat me with for watching terrible anime. Its slight bend gave it the personality worthy of its might. The color was brilliant brown like the leather belt dad also frequently used. It had the density of my comfy Asuna dakimura. It maintained a distinguishable composition of chipotle fuel. I could have gazed upon its beauty for an eternity. The distinct stench of rooting eggs and molding cheese it emits was the cherry on top of this exquisite achievement.

Now you are probably wondering why you just read this stupid shit story (pun intended). Well, I just wanted to give you the feeling that is watching Blue Period. It’s so much, so much, empty talk. Imagine the extend of how dissipated you can talk about art considering I just used 356 words on describing taking a dumb.
The story, if you can call the shallow narrative that way, is hyper lame and serves no greater purpose other than building a really basic narrative.
The main character basically is Kirito as a painter. The most accurate way of describing him.
There are some side characters whose backstories and development are actually pretty decent. These give the show at least a bit of depth and meaning.
Animation is way too mediocre, I expected something better in an anime that is about art.
I liked the music out of context. However, I felt that the tunes they used weren’t befitting to the scenes they were in.

Blue Period definitely is a waste of time. Cheers.