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Ge-ge-ge no nyobou 5/10
May. 12th, 2010 01:32 pmaka Revelations for everyone...
This episode started with several manga frames in closeup. Fumie's voice narrated. The final one was Hakaba no Kitaro (Kitaro of the Graveyard) apparently naked in an alley, going ge-ge-ge... probably the origin story? And Fumie shut the book, and said, "It's so scary!" Then she looked at the wind chime tinkling in the window. And opened the book to the dedication again.
( Friends of the author network? )
Next, in the work room, Shigeru was drawing, and handed Fumie a sheet. "Please fill in the dark spaces." She sat down, and painted black areas. He was working on a face, twisting his own face and grunting. She watched him for a moment, then laughed. He looked up, and said, "Is there something funny on that page?" She said, "No. But you... you are the man of a 100 faces. Happy, angry, sad, you draw all these faces. And when you draw them, you make your own face match." He looked surprised. "What? No I don't." She said, "Yes, you do." He shook his head, and started drawing again. His face twisted, and he started to grunt. Then he stopped, and sat up. "Huh. I do, don't I?" He laughed. Then he pointed to the sheet she was working on and said, "See that chair back? Draw a flower on it." "What?" "Whatever you like." He handed her a pen.
To be continued...
This episode started with several manga frames in closeup. Fumie's voice narrated. The final one was Hakaba no Kitaro (Kitaro of the Graveyard) apparently naked in an alley, going ge-ge-ge... probably the origin story? And Fumie shut the book, and said, "It's so scary!" Then she looked at the wind chime tinkling in the window. And opened the book to the dedication again.
( Friends of the author network? )
Next, in the work room, Shigeru was drawing, and handed Fumie a sheet. "Please fill in the dark spaces." She sat down, and painted black areas. He was working on a face, twisting his own face and grunting. She watched him for a moment, then laughed. He looked up, and said, "Is there something funny on that page?" She said, "No. But you... you are the man of a 100 faces. Happy, angry, sad, you draw all these faces. And when you draw them, you make your own face match." He looked surprised. "What? No I don't." She said, "Yes, you do." He shook his head, and started drawing again. His face twisted, and he started to grunt. Then he stopped, and sat up. "Huh. I do, don't I?" He laughed. Then he pointed to the sheet she was working on and said, "See that chair back? Draw a flower on it." "What?" "Whatever you like." He handed her a pen.
To be continued...
