Vanilla Series pretty much says it all with this vanilla title.
It’s a story one of your grandfathers have told to you many times over. A young man returns from overseas to his childhood home he hasn’t seen in years. He’s coming home to see his childhood friend and hopes to make an impact by contributing his skills to society. Meets a cat girl stripper and discovers the home he once knew as the land of art, beauty, and elegance is now a city of sleaze, debauchery, and mob rule; a city where music is forbidden. Imagine an art gallery turned into an airport strip club, though both can be considered art galleries in their own right.
To clear up a common misconception, Little Monica is not about a girl named Monica. It is about a city…named Little Monica. God, why would someone think of naming a city something like that?
There really isn’t much to Little Monica. Being a Vanilla series title, you know what to expect. Everything is pretty linear. We know from the beginning our hero is going to end up with just about every girl he comes across, and that’s what he does. Starting off first with our Miss Meow, a character I did happen to enjoy mostly because of her feline femininity that I found adorable. Miss Meow is an exotic dancer we meet on the boat ride home. She does her little turn on the catwalk then beckons the protagonist to come up on stage and pet her kitty. When he finishes playing with Miss Kitty’s feline, he wanders over to find is childhood friend Celia at the bakery. Celia and her sisters run the bakery together since their mother disappeared. True to the Vanilla Series taste, our primary phallus ends up in bed with Mei, the youngest sister, and Tina, the second oldest, on the same night. Goodness, they really have awfully nice homecomings in Little Monica. At the very end, he professes his undying love for Celia then they have their obligatory roll in the hay.
There isn’t much to say about the plot. I find it paper thin; it makes no sense to me. It even seems that the characters aren’t taking it seriously.
However, I find that this is just another typical pastel title from Vanilla: lacking in detail, vague, fairly decent, cute character designs and, we can’t forget, brick red penises.
I can’t understand why they’re trying to get us to focus on the absurdly colored appendage. Is it supposed to draw our attention away from the other lacking qualities of the animation?
Little Monica is a decent way to waste 60 minutes with. There are certainly better things to do with your time.