Anyone who knows me is aware that I consider Aku no Hana as junk food. It is mindblowingly entertaining because of all its absurdities and complete lack of a foundation, but it is ultimately unsubstantial and unstimulating.
Here lies Gatchaman wallowing in its eccentricity. With its usual blasé self trying to riddle the audience with political and public affairs, one of its most problematic aspects is its inability to foment conflict without making severely impaired steps in logic.
When following an anime season and the complimentary disasters that come with it, the integrity which frames an excellent work always remains the same—that intuitive yet imprecise criteria which makes one title a farcry superior than the rest of the mutt.
Watching Aku no Hana is what I imagine it would be like as a one-time hooker.