Written by Margarita Morgan
July 7, 2014
One of my young neighbors waved her hand as she passed my front yard. She appeared to be in a rushed and I thought it was a little odd that she didn’t stop by for a few minutes like she always does. There was a little eager bounce to her step and curious to know what she had in mind I asked about her grandmother whom she lives with. After a few pleasantries, she stated that she had to go home because there were a few things she needed to finish before she could sit down to watch her favorite shows.
Ah, my eyes narrowed in on her. I measured my current appraisal of her personality along with all the possible TV shows that she could be watching on a late Saturday night and a smirk of recognition lightened a smile on my face. She donned a wide grin across her face in response and we both proceeded to submerge our conversation into a world of wonder that is often misunderstood, underestimated, and which is definitely reserved only for brave souls who appreciate a great story told in a unique way.
The roaring laughter followed when, comparing notes, we found out that we both loved the hilarious high school dramedy “Oruan High-School Host Club”. At 26 episodes of comedic genius, it is the best way to enter the halls of the increasingly popular world of anime. As a matter of fact, this show was the hook that fished my attention out of conventional storytelling. From the first show that I watched which at first promptly dismissed as the work of a very disturbed mind, I became obsessed with the undercurrent of subtle jokes that build up along with the plot.
In any case, I dare those of you who know about this show to keep a straight face when you see a picture of the group or even read words that relate to any high-school without keeping the name Oruan in the back of your mind. I even daresay that we have all picked out our dream real life cast if and or when they bring this show to American audiences. Whatever the circumstances, I guarantee that if you do watch the show, the term roaring laughter will be a synonym for the title of this story.
When my neighbor left, there was no more rush. Oruan was not in the line up for Toonami that evening, but the memories of it were going to make her chores a little bit easier while she waited for her Saturday night fun. I stayed home with a sense of victory at finding out another ally in the war of ignorance that contains anime in the fringes of popular acceptance. It felt good to peel the layers away from a casual acquaintance and find out a new best anime buddy.