The year was 1993. I was but a young Misanthrope, bearing a head thick with hair and a distinct dearth of scowl-lines. One night, my buddy E invited me over (we were taking some of the same film courses) to see this HAWT FANTASTIC new movie he'd just gotten imported from the Land of the Rising Sun. Something about an Overfiend...
I am now as I was then - a total film snob. If I've never heard of it, I'm probably interested. So, never having heard of this 'Overfiend' thing, I went with it.
"Just so you know, it's Japanimation," E said, as that was the term used 15+ years back, before it was shortened to anime.
I wasn't a Japanimation aficionado. But I went with it. What the fuck, right?
So the movie starts. And before long, clothes are literally exploding off bubble-chested schoolgirls. E is giddy beyond words. I'm kinda scratching my head, but still going along for the ride.
And then the tentacle-dicks appear. E didn't tell me about the tentacle-dicks. Because he really should have. If there's anything a friend should do for a friend, it's to warn them when tentacle-dicks are about to manifest themselves.
So there I was - 21 and probably fucked up on some illicit substance, sitting back in a WTF-stupor, staring at the parade of tentacle-dicks ravishing the holy Mifune out of the now-naked schoolgirls, lined up like a frakking Ziegfeld review.
E was bouncing about in a state of profound merriment. For my part, I had the distinct feeling that I wasn't taking enough drugs. Srsly - tentacle-dicks?
"Yeah!" squeaked E. "Tentacle-dicks. Srsly!"
Ain't sex grand?