Because Dear Stupid doesn't like rants...
I went off on an indignant fangirl rant, so I put it here.
Dear character designers for Transformers: Animated;
I hate you with a fury only a true fan can feel.
I have loved Transformers since the moment I held my very first scuffed and chipped metal Ratchet. While I'm a tad too young to remember watching the original airings of the old cartoon, the reruns entertained me on many a rainy day. "Dare to be Stupid" still invokes fond childhood memories spent with friends long lost to moves or simply time, far better than any faded photograph.
The day I found a complete and functioning G1 Starscream, stickers firmly in place, paint not yet faded by years of love, I realized I'd found something truly special to me.
Though I lost my way with the coming of Anime and her many human-piloted mecha dramas, the horrors wrought by Michael Bay reminded me of what used to be. And I remembered how much I loved the simple days of hand-painted animation cells, so easily laid or coloured wrong, yet still preferred over CG. I felt a sudden (but still lingering) sorrow over the loss of my many cherished toys; Having a destructive younger brother had taken them from me ages ago.
With the revival of my Transformers fangirl self, I searched out and acquired much of the newer cartoons. I accepted Beast Wars and it's mutant spawn. Armada and Energon were lovingly downloaded or purchased, depending on how much I dared to drain my bank account. Toys of all condition and generation were snatched from yardsales, placed with care on a shelf, and saved the terrible fate of mothers unknowingly throwing such treasure out with the trash.
And I found him once more. Battered and peeling, wings cracked and screws rusted solid, I found my G1 Starscream all over again.
I became not just a fangirl, but a Starscream fangirl.
...Which brings us back to the matter of me hating you.
I know the old style can't compete with today's trends. They're outdated, and you want to appeal to the masses of brats who've supersaturated their brains with Anime. And the simple shapes and colours make for easy identification of characters. You've made things simple and cute, because that's what sells.
This is understandable.
But did you really have to do that to Starscream? He's coloured like a walking bruise, and his chin reminds me of a huge purple banana! It's horrible! It's like being punched in the eyes every time I try to watch the show...
I like what you've done to Blitzwing. Schizophrenia is a great explanation for a triple-changer, and the voice acting is superb. The rest of the show is even tolerable after a gallon or two of caffeine and sugar.
Seeing Starscream turn to scrap at the hands of Galvatron decades ago was forgivable. His mutant spark will live on in countless fanfictions and fan arts.
But for what you did to what was once a handsome mech... There is no forgiving such a thing.
Hoping you'll kindly die and rot in hell,
A Starscream fangirl who's finally expressing her seething hatred.
PS: The focus of our obsession is a half-mad egomaniac with delusions of grandeur, striving and plotting to steal leadership away from the epitome of evil himself, so he can command an army of decidedly vile robots. Why did you change him??
Dear character designers for Transformers: Animated;
I hate you with a fury only a true fan can feel.
I have loved Transformers since the moment I held my very first scuffed and chipped metal Ratchet. While I'm a tad too young to remember watching the original airings of the old cartoon, the reruns entertained me on many a rainy day. "Dare to be Stupid" still invokes fond childhood memories spent with friends long lost to moves or simply time, far better than any faded photograph.
The day I found a complete and functioning G1 Starscream, stickers firmly in place, paint not yet faded by years of love, I realized I'd found something truly special to me.
Though I lost my way with the coming of Anime and her many human-piloted mecha dramas, the horrors wrought by Michael Bay reminded me of what used to be. And I remembered how much I loved the simple days of hand-painted animation cells, so easily laid or coloured wrong, yet still preferred over CG. I felt a sudden (but still lingering) sorrow over the loss of my many cherished toys; Having a destructive younger brother had taken them from me ages ago.
With the revival of my Transformers fangirl self, I searched out and acquired much of the newer cartoons. I accepted Beast Wars and it's mutant spawn. Armada and Energon were lovingly downloaded or purchased, depending on how much I dared to drain my bank account. Toys of all condition and generation were snatched from yardsales, placed with care on a shelf, and saved the terrible fate of mothers unknowingly throwing such treasure out with the trash.
And I found him once more. Battered and peeling, wings cracked and screws rusted solid, I found my G1 Starscream all over again.
I became not just a fangirl, but a Starscream fangirl.
...Which brings us back to the matter of me hating you.
I know the old style can't compete with today's trends. They're outdated, and you want to appeal to the masses of brats who've supersaturated their brains with Anime. And the simple shapes and colours make for easy identification of characters. You've made things simple and cute, because that's what sells.
This is understandable.
But did you really have to do that to Starscream? He's coloured like a walking bruise, and his chin reminds me of a huge purple banana! It's horrible! It's like being punched in the eyes every time I try to watch the show...
I like what you've done to Blitzwing. Schizophrenia is a great explanation for a triple-changer, and the voice acting is superb. The rest of the show is even tolerable after a gallon or two of caffeine and sugar.
Seeing Starscream turn to scrap at the hands of Galvatron decades ago was forgivable. His mutant spark will live on in countless fanfictions and fan arts.
But for what you did to what was once a handsome mech... There is no forgiving such a thing.
Hoping you'll kindly die and rot in hell,
A Starscream fangirl who's finally expressing her seething hatred.
PS: The focus of our obsession is a half-mad egomaniac with delusions of grandeur, striving and plotting to steal leadership away from the epitome of evil himself, so he can command an army of decidedly vile robots. Why did you change him??