After 11 2-in-1 volumes
released at a fairly merciless rate, Tenjo Tenge reaches its conclusion, and to
be honest, I’m kind of glad it’s over.
I’ve spoken about this series
before, enjoying its mindless indulgence of boobs and violence as it smacks its
way through thousands of pages, and it really should have stayed its
course. Sadly the series starts to
believe its own hype by upping the drama and becoming damn-near
incomprehensible. Suddenly the simple
premise of a martial arts tournament becomes a po-faced battle fought both on
the physical and spiritual planes where the world is at stake in between
multi-generational conspiracies.
Flashbacks bounce around between multiple timelines and the core cast
get lost in a steady stream of a dead-end side characters and plots that add
little to the overall mix.
The artwork has improved
immensely since the first volume and now provides some of the most clean and technically
accomplished work in a mainstream manga.
Every page has impact, but telling the difference between someone
getting mauled only metaphorically while other characters receive permanent
damage only causes confusion. Seeing a
character ripped apart for example, only for them to get back up on the next
page lessens the dramatic impact for when things actually do happen. It continually undermines itself by psyching
you out at every turn.
Oh Great! does great work and
easily impresses on a visual level, and Tenjo Tenge produces one crazy ride
overall, but in terms of concise storytelling there’s still room for
improvement (I’ve read a chunk of Air Gear, and to be honest I have a similar
opinion of it). Go to be dazzled, but
not fulfilled.
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