I sometimes click in some random clip of current anime someone uploaded on YouTube, like I dunno attack on titan or chainsaw dude, but that’s it. They look cool but despite having the time to watch it I just don’t feel compelled to watch the whole show.
I guess it’s like the Netflix virus, that you keep scrolling and picking what you wanna watch and at the end you don’t watch anything and go back to sleep. Plus, maybe it’s the depression, but I don’t like when things end most of the time. I feel empty, it doesn’t happen with movies but with anime happens, especially when the main character is a dude. The usual end is that he beats the bad guy (or triumphs in life if the show isn’t about punching people) gets the hot anime girl, and ends… I guess since I can’t get any of that irl it hits me hard.
All the anime I’ve watched for years now are reruns of anime from before I was born. Anime as of late has been so sucked into its own style that it’s starting to feel like that, in order to appreciate anime, you have to separate tropes between “everyone else’s style” and “anime style” or “humor you’d expect from everyone else” and “humor you’d expect from anime”. I think this is what one calls a subculture. However, to put it one way, if it’s an acquired taste, it has unacquired me in being one.
The only exception to this is Pokémon Horizons (someone who knows my artist side may notice this series has been an enormously recurring part of my art), and a part of me thinks they’re actually trying to pull the anime equivalent of Pokémon Red/Green saving Nintendo (there was a time when Nintendo thought of just going back to selling cards again like they did in the 1800’s because games pre-Pokémon were failing in sales) and save anime with it.
I, of course, am not unaware of other modern anime, and you may find art of them from me, but my main source for these is second-handedness in some form. These anime are not always bad in my mind, but they’re all “just there”. Which as an artist of such anime I’m aware rubs many the wrong way, that I may do things pertaining to a fictional world but at the same time not talk about it with the same enthusiasm (the art equivalent of inventing baseball and not liking to play it, the horror). It’s just too distinct with so large a subvariety it’s difficult to fully appreciate it.