Princess Resurrection

“Why so serious?”

Sometimes horror manga can take themselves too seriously. Nearly every single one of them comes to mind. That in itself isn’t a bad thing, but when you’re forcing the reader go through chapter after chapter of drama, intensity and all that other serious business you honestly make the reader tired. I mean come on, they’re reading for pleasure not doting on the author’s pretentious notion that every one of his words is golden and can’t be ignored otherwise you ruin the plot of the story. Sometimes one wants something light hearted in the dark abyss of horror. Something that makes you laugh and eases the crease in your brow developed from years of pulse teeth gritting tension over other horror titles. Princess Resurrection I’m glad to say is the answer to at least my prayers.

If I were to die in a terrible car accident one day, I would want to be brought back to life by a gothic lolita looking princess and her merry band of monster fighting looneys, including a robot, an overly endowed maid and a werewolf girl who’s only turn on seems to be kicking my ass.  However that’s just me. Don’t judge. Princess Resurrection starts off just like that, with the main male lead dying seconds after he’s introduced and brought into the service of said chainsaw wielding sociopathic chick. Together they go on a blissful honeymoon of butchering and dismemberment.

I have to say, I actually enjoyed this series quite a bit which is actually quite the feat since the only things I seem to enjoy now and days is coffee in the morning and the look of utter panic in someone’s face when I tell them “No, that wasn’t sugar.” Princess Resurrection manages not to take itself seriously while at the same time delivering a story that you can comfortably get into at your own pace. That is to say the author isn’t shoving life altering and all-important plot devices in your face every two pages and actually lets you enjoy the story for what it is. And what it is, is fun. It’s akin to going on a theme park ride. You don’t have to do any real work besides sitting on your fat behind and enjoy while the carefully constructed fantasy around you works the magic it’s prepared ahead of time. And hey, if you don’t feel like reading it at the moment that’s okay too. It doesn’t make you feel guilty for putting it down for an hour or two. The story will be there when you get back and you won’t feel as if you’ve missed something. It’s fun relaxing blood shed. Just the kind I needed and maybe just the kind you need as well.