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Tuesday, September 28, 2010 ( 9/28/2010 07:14:00 AM ) Bill S. ![]() No problem, Eiji blithely responds, but, of course, it’s not as easy as that. The rest of the book charts the duo’s tenterhook-y relationship through two seasons as Uno strives to achieve a milestone only reached 15 times before in the Japanese baseball league. Adding to the complication: an opposing batter named Hattori, who both flirts with Uno and proves a major obstacle to that perfect game. We’ve seen this basic combination -- cocky young talent, weatherbeaten older pro -- and it’d be nice to report that Mamahara brought something new to the game. But, unfortunately, she hasn’t. Instead, it’s the same old round of come here/go back familiar to both lovers of movie romcoms and yaoi manga. Perhaps if Heaven delineated its games more dramatically, we’d be swept along by Uno’s quest to reach perfection. But the artist is more concerned with showing her ultra-elongated male leads yearning and bickering, bickering and yearning. In the end, the sprightliest moments in the book prove to be the one-page throwaway shots of posing team mascots (Elecchi the Elephant, Snaka the Snake) placed between chapters. Now there’s the ground for an entertaining manga romance: Kumaji of the Saitama Bears and Kerorin of the Kumamoto Frogs strolling paw in flipper into the sunset. I’d be dying to see how that worked out. . . (First published on Blogcritics.) Labels: sixty-minute manga # | |
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