A series that shamelessly surfs on one of my cult series from the 90's: Maison Ikkoku.

The references are numerous.

Despite its refreshing appearance, don't be fooled.

The graphics lack precision, the animation is messy and the script fits on a handkerchief.

It's rubbish, very rubbish indeed.

The characters are basic and there's no subtlety in the approach to feelings. Worst of all, it's not even funny... It's really just entertainment for kids, with no ambition whatsoever. You can sense a self-censorship that refuses to deal with certain subjects in a more mature way.

This is the antithesis of Rumiko Takahashi's writing and Akémi Takada's talent. It confirms Japan's current tendency to renew the quality of its artists and offer only consumable, disposable products. What a shame!