Story:
A solitary, denim clad road warrior known as Jiro battles
the sinister Professor Gill and his squadron of fearsome
DARK Destructoid monsters. Vulnerable to Gill’s
shrill flute wooing him to the DARK side, Jiro transforms
into the mighty red-and-blue android—KIKAIDA.
Review: It seems every time I see a rerun
of the damn rainbow-colored Power Rangers, I can’t
help but think of where the true roots of this evil
manifested itself. The one show that epitomizes the
whole genre and also the staple of a cult following
in the islands of Hawaii, KIKAIDA and the robotic
guitar-toting hippie, Jiro are to blame. I remember
the immeasurable and refined martial arts skills he
possessed, you know, that one right cross that seemed
to pimp slap hordes of idiotic DARK female androids.
Then there was the conspiracy that this show placed
America on a supreme pedestal. I mean c’mon,
the funky “red-and-blue” robotic suit
was activated through the English language hence supporting
my campaign that Jiro’s suit was made with raw
American horsepower.
Well, never mind that, KIKAIDA has finally made
the DVD jump and I was fortunate enough to watch Volume
4 of the series. Let me tell you, this is surely the
experience you longed for since that time you flung
your Professor Gill doll out the window after your
make believe KIKAIDA Double Chop.
The DVD leaps right into episodes 16 through 20
where all the action takes place. Alright, that is
a bit of a stretch since fight sequences appear in
the show like round ta-tas in a wet t-shirt contest,
but that’s beside the point. The central storyline
of the episodes revolve around Mitsuko and Masaru
searching for their father Dr. Komyoji, whose suffering
from a case of amnesia after escaping the clutches
of DARK. On the road with the two is the comical detective
Hattori Hanpei, self proclaimed the direct descendent
of the legendary ninja Hattori Hanzo. The three try
to follow the tracks of the doctor in their broken
down lime green bug all the while getting their butts
in some seriously sticky situations. But never fear
Jiro the denim warrior with the red guitar is always
in their aide. They’re damn lucky, too, because
the ugly old man known as Gill always seems to have
an android hot on their trail.
Facing five destructoids, Jiro has his work cut out
for him. Rouge Jellyfish, Red Hornet, Black Chameleon,
King Crab Maroon and Blue Water Scorpion are the obstacles
thrown in front of Jiro as he tries to find Dr. Komyoji
and save the world. It occurs to me that the underlying
theme of KIKAIDA is about keeping the environment
clean and destructoid free. Each episode has something
to do with Professor Gill commissioning his goons
to either pollute the water and kill KIKAIDA or pollute
the already polluted water and kill KIKAIDA. With
a strum of his guitar, Jiro somersaults into the action
and foils the sinister plans of Gill and always leaves
unscathed.
I realize now at my mature age why Professor Gill
never really joined the fist fights and got himself
into the nitty-gritty. He’s freaking suffering
from lung cancer. He has bold black lines circling
his eyes. His voice isn’t as stern and potent
as it should be. He can’t be that old looking;
it’s probably the pain and suffering he’s
going through. And why the hell doesn’t he just
keep playing the flute that seems to woo Jiro to the,
I hate to be clichéd, DARK side? He just can’t
that’s why. He is just too short of breath to
keep playing it. Professor Gill, lay off the cigarettes
and the pipes man.
The acting was never the strongest point of the
series. Mitsuko was as bad as the guy who was up for
the part of DARK female android number 24. Her constant
whining and sour faced expressions was topped only
by the awful “let’s hope they don’t
see the string attached to this flying jellyfish”
special effects sequences. The only candidate to even
come close to minimal acting standards was the Hattori
Hanpei character. His character was the so-called
comic relief to a storyline that bore loads of unintentional
laughs.
If you’re looking for a sense of nostalgia,
then get your hands on all the available volumes.
All the glory that is KIKAIDA is here in full form.
Buy it, watch it, remember it, and love it. KIKAIDA
started as a little show that could in Japan, then
when it reached stateside, it exploded into the scene
like nothing we’ve ever seen. I guarantee you
will start to sing along with the title theme. Heck,
you’ll even learn a bit of Japanese in the process.