Synopsis
Close the world. txen eht nepO.
Lain—driven by the abrupt suicide of a classmate—logs on to the Wired and promptly loses herself in a twisted mass of hallucinations, memories, and interconnected-psyches.
Lain—driven by the abrupt suicide of a classmate—logs on to the Wired and promptly loses herself in a twisted mass of hallucinations, memories, and interconnected-psyches.
シリアルエクスペリメンツレイン, Serial experiments lain, 시리얼 익스페러먼츠 레인, 레인, Experimentos en serie Lain, Eksperymenty Seryjne Lain, Лэйн: Серийные испытания, Серийные эксперименты Лэйн, Серійні експерименти Лейн
Women will literally abandon the physical realm and upload their conciousness to the internet instead of going to therapy
I'm just like her except instead of transcending physical space to the digital world i'm logging onto letterboxd and reading bad takes all day long frfr
I don't know what you guys mean this is super easy to understand all I had to do was watch 57 explained videos and read a 15,000 word essay about the symbolism
there are many versions of me.
there’s the me I show strangers, the me I show my mom, the me I show my dad, the me I show one friend, the me I show another.
then there’s online me. there’s tumblr me, letterboxd me, twitter me.
every time I remake, delete, refresh, etc. is like a rebirth; the internet providing us with the power to make or destroy an entire identity in the span of seconds.
there are infinite versions of me.
but how do I know which one is real?
maybe they’re all real. maybe I, we, and them are all the same. maybe we are more than flesh and blood and veins and bones.
we are multidimensional, new and used, young and old, all at the same time.
we are thoughts and ideas and connections.
I’ve existed on the internet for most of my living memory. It’s an essential part of my life and always has been. However, I do think that at some point there was a shift. The internet became more closely linked with our identities. It stopped being a place to view, to read information, to put out information. It began to become a place where we exist and live every day.
I think there’s a lot of fear that comes with knowing that, especially if you didn’t grow up embedded in online culture. Watching it from a distance or watching it as it began to happen, I can only imagine how scary that would be. I think this is where a…
Words to begin talking about the experience that I have had with Serial Experiments Lain, the brilliant miniseries from Ryutaro Nakamura are so difficult to come up with on the spot, other than simply stating the obvious, it was a beautiful experience that I surely am never to forget in a long while. Anime is a medium that I have only recently started to explore more, but not since Neon Genesis Evangelion have I ever experienced something that ever felt like Serial Experiments Lain – avant-garde expressionism at some of the most beautiful that any screen would be lucky enough to host. If more well known works like those of Studio Ghibli, or Akira and Ghost in the Shell are…
(NOTE: THIS IS A REVIEW OF THE ENTIRE SERIES EPISODE-BY-EPISODE. AS SUCH, SPOILERS ARE PRESENT ALL-AROUND. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED).
Few series have had their legacy defined by mystique and complete obliqueness like Serial Experiment Lain, delving into complex themes like the nature of reality, identity, and communication just as the internet’s interconnected stream of information began taking the form it takes today. Forming a trifecta of late 90’s anime mindfucks alongside Neon Genesis Evangelion and Revolutionary Girl Utena, a series like Lain was always destined to have niche appeal, something people will say is 100% the best while fully knowing that it's nowhere near accessible as something like Cowboy Bebop or, hell, even Evangelion to a certain degree (at…