And now for part two and conclusion to the mediocre saga that was Cosplay: Salvemos el Mundo.
On her way home Nomiko is confronted by a hoodlum that followed her from school. He grabs her aggressively and proposes she does as he says.
You gonna make me a pocky sammich,woman!
But in comes Nomiko’s cousin and has gang of skateboarders to the rescue (a wheel upside the head isn’t just limited to car crash victims). Nomiko returns home and receives another lecture but this time from her grandma. Nomiko, defiant as always says dressing up like in cosplay is not her fault that her cousin was a gladiator sent to the rescue.
A skateboard forged in the fires of Mordor itself.
After many of the same goddamn lectures, we get to the holy roman plot device of the show. Nomiko’s mother prays to a portrait of the Virgin Mary (cause Jesus was busy with trekkies) for her daughter to realize that she is not an anime character. And then when nobody’s around (which is the best way for tv magic to work), a white rose appears.
There's a reason most gardeners are named Hessoos.
After this Nomiko and her mother get along a little better, along with more of the bouts she has with classmates. Later we have our heroes get ready for a physical fight with the usual enemies after being threatened once again. They go into battle (off screen), and are only somewhat roughed up since neither them nor the baddies know how to fight.
And it goes on like this for the rest of the show. I’ll put this limping animal out of its misery and just skip to the ending. Nomiko experiences the usual being picked on at school. From nowhere we sees Nomiko’s mother appear(while in full cosplay).
Lucha libre isn't the only brightly colored spectacle to span generations now.
She proclaims that she is also an animated character and a mother defending her daughter. This is then followed by her giving a lecture about tolerance to the class while still in cosplay (because wearing costumes makes people take you seriously in this show). And now we’re back home, where Nomiko and her mother have a touching moment where she admits that she is not an anime character named Nomiko.
..but the make up stays. Got it?
After more sappiness and seeing former enemies now hanging out (Not only was that quick, but among them is the would be rapist!), the narrator tells us all subcultures should get along. The narrator even mentions “emos” when listing off examples (of course picking on one doesn’t really cause them to be more depressed then they really are).
So there you have it. Some writer misunderstood how exactly cosplay works and decided to snowball this error into a lot of mediocre acting. We get a story about tolerance, but that’s like trying to learn a lesson about how nutritious watermelons are by having a story revolving around horribly offensive stereotypical caricatures of African Americans. Well, not exactly like that example, but who the hell cares at this point. *walks out of review.*