Sapphic trans woman reclaiming her stolen adolescence while treasuring the genre films from on the way to and after realization.
upon rewatching, Biollante is still one of my favorites, but although I watched it at 4 in the morning out of boredom and this may have clouded my judgement, but I do not regard it in the same high esteem as before, similar to my disillusion with RoG.
the crude Italian-esque editing of the suite-based music score and the weakly orchestrated Ostinato track-ins bothered me more than it has before. also fuck Sugiyama.
it is a bold and very enjoyable…