Watching UFO Ultramaiden Valkyrie is like drinking the foam from your root beer, then throwing away the glass. At best, it’s going to remind you that there’s a “root beer” flavor that you might have enjoyed in the past, but it isn’t going to do any more than jog your memory, slightly, of past root beers. It certainly isn’t going to satisfy any craving for that flavor.
In its defense, I should note that the show is frequently quite hilarious and that the girls are all pretty. Also, that “cat girl gun” is flat-out startling. It’s impossible to dislike the show, at least with any worthwhile intensity. But there’s just nothing there. So much nothing, in fact, that I’ve written this based on seeing volumes one and two only; I really don’t have any desire to see volume three, which I don’t have, or the OVA, which I do. Season Two? Well, thanks, but I’m full.
Perhaps there’s a Third Volume Notch Kick which moves this series into Awesome Masterpiece territory, but I kind of doubt it. As it is, the series is like finding a quarter on the sidewalk—pretty nice but nothing worth talking about. (Which doesn’t seem to have stopped me, though, has it?)
And I can’t be the only one creeped out by Valkyrie’s transformation bit. In her typical state, she looks like a four-year-old; when she kisses Kazuto, it’s not a “thank you for the dolly, Grampa!” kiss, it’s a “helloooo, sailor!” kiss, and that just seems rather icky. (The title of this post, by the way, comes from my mishearing of the opening credits song.)
I have seen volume three at one of the local anime dealers. But it’s almost thirty dollars! That’s not like finding a quarter in the street—that’s like finding a bill in the street, and it’s your bill, and it’s overdue. Thirty dollars!
You know, I can buy a heck of a lot of root beer for thirty dollars.