Beelzebub is a Laughing Gas. Now Get Ready for a BLAST!!!

Juicy Peppah

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HAVE you ever had the feeling when all you have to do for the whole day is to burst out laughing like an atomic bomb?

Since last week, that was how I felt after watching a full-day marathon of Beelzebub, an animated series which had just aired on Animax this December.

Beelzebub is the story of a strong juvenile delinquent Tatsumi Oga, a freshman of Ishiyama High (school for delinquent students) and how he happened to raise the child of a demon king whom we may call baby Beel (Berubo in Japan).

The series is surprisingly full of hilarious antics, from script to actions. Add the fact that baby Beel, his little high pitched voice, and his weird taste in everything has an undeniably cute appeal.

I find it uniquely entertaining to see a baby pleased with a mean spirited person (baby Beel is a demon, as writ earlier). The meaner Oga is, the more attached baby Beel becomes.

Another of its hilarious instances are [1] the misunderstanding between him (Oga) and Aoi Kunieda, former third leader of the Red Tail Gang, [2] the presence of the awfully bulky yet annoyingly girlish old man Alaindelon and his love for Furuichi (Oga’s friend), [3] Furuichi’s fantasies and love for women, and [4] everything from the beginning to the end.

I have no idea when has someone ever learned to make meanness one of the best medicines, but it definitely tickled my funny bones. Ryuhei Tamura, writer of the series (which is originally a manga) is a genius!

Yoroshiku...^____^

Watching Beelzebub had me laughing right from the opening song up to the next episode teaser. In fact, just remembering baby Beel himself reminds me of Oga’s horrifically riotous face at the park and I’d end up laughing out loud—even just in my mind (in fact, I had that face as a theme on my cell phone).

So that’s how viral the series has been. I can’t get it out of my system right now because it kept me entertained. It awakened one side of my head that I thought will forever be buried in disregard—the side where I feel young and affected, motivated by something funny and fantastic.

I don’t have any problem if the series takes over my active imagination and my solid heart. It’s not as if I’ll start developing an impossible crush on an anime for the n^th time (like what I used to feel during Yuyu Hakusho and Fushigi Yuugi times). It just feels good to be laughing at an anime series like an eight-year-old, leaving behind the cares of the real world. Right this moment, I am having a blast experiencing Beelzebub… I mean, literally… a BLAST!