Karma Saiyuki

Okay, before I say anything, I need to contextualize the power of this work of art. It is a beautiful, anti-system metaphor with an excellent plot and an award-worthy ending. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. First of all, as a professional hentai reviewer, I must say that it is art (although this was my first opinion). It's such a work of art that I should get a degree in hentai criticism. I went through a huge ordeal that kept me up until 12:24 at night just to create an account on IMDb (you can probably guess why I couldn't). With the sole objective of addressing the offense to society caused by the lack of adequate criticism of this work, so here I am. This work has everything (really). Many works think and claim to have everything, but this one does. It has sex, sex, sex, sex, action, drama, trauma, sex, comedy, epic fights, emotional moments, and it also has sex. The plot is simple... LIE. It's complex and perfect. Human-machine relationship, identity crisis, master-servant dynamic, doubts about one's own existence, rape, love, betrayal, and sex. And sex. Is a human being human if they have no control over their thoughts or actions? If you have a goal and fail to achieve it, what are you? Can a machine love? Is prostitution legal in that place with that girl whose age I doubt? Why was the child bald? Why did the robots grow penises when they were freeing their souls? It's too deep even for a zoophile like me. Because I'm a big cinephile, and I know what I'm talking about. It has everything: an introduction presenting the characters, a pointless blowjob, then a scene that doesn't make sense at first but in the end everything connects—the one with the robot prostitute who is being fucked and she's bleeding and doesn't have arms and stuff. Then they're in the desert and it shows the master-slave dynamic by showing how the bald guy is on a horse and his shitty robots aren't. They also show us how the master touches the breasts of one of the robots, and the rob...