It’s the anime made for people who hate anime and view the medium as something kiddy or embarrassing.
Still a good show nonetheless.

>>287553121
this isn't true, Cowboy Bebop was the anime that got people interested in anime back in the early 2000's imo

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>>287553121
But the show was equally as popular in Japan

>>287553103
>Why did the tv series fail?
boring episodic slop and extremely overrated in the west

>>287553121
Compared to the other 'mature' animes from that era like technolyze and lain? Not really, no.

>>287553103
It's the GOAT anime of all the time

>>287553121
It was rather pretty moe next to the other 2deep4u animes of the 2000s

>>287553272
Bebop and Kino's Journey are episodicslops done right.

>>287553775
Nta, but most of the Kino's episodes were actually interesting to watch with a few of them being absolute kino. Bebop always felt like an incredibly good looking and animated slog.

>>287553103
>What made Cowboy Bebop so beloved?
sci-fi/westerners are that cool

>>287553121
>retarded idiot: the post

>>287553103
It's Crysis of anime, visually pleasing for plebeian taste

>>287553103
westaboo enough to be palatable and socially acceptable for the normals

>>287553103
>>287553121
It's westaboo gaijinslop

>>287553972
Oddly I was rather dismissive of how bebop didn't look anime enough at first but it still ended up being one of my favorites. The ending of Ballad of Fallen Angels is still my favorite anime scene ever and will probably remain so for a long time.

>>287553557
>texhnolyze and lain
Not one normalfag has ever watched these

>>287553103
For me it was a really strong first episode, action scenes, characters, and it wasn't as sex-scared as much of the anime I was watching at the time without being full-blown ecchi.

I like the concept and love the various settings featured in the series, but so much of the actual show is so damn boring. It's like it has some high highs but really isn't at that level most of the rest of the time.

I don't dislike it but I definitely wish I liked it a little more than I do.

>>287555220
>texhnolyze
I used to always see this shit on a cartoon channel ad on the back of a teen magazine. I avoided watching it then because it was right next to the winx club.

>>287553121
true

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>>287553121
How does bebop differ from any other anime of that period

>>287554336
Stfu

>>287555220
Lain is normalfag territory now, anon. I'm sorry.
Even though it's an excellent anime with a unique, almost prophetic premise, it was co-opted by BPD whores, trannies and normie geeks who collect funkopops.

>>287557145
>SPPPPIIIKE
>SPIKE SPEAAAGAAAL
That's all I can think of now when I see this character

>>287553103
It's an anime designed for people who don't like anime:
>excellent production and music
>action, guns, explosions...
>characters with "more mature" designs
>it thinks it touches on philosophical themes but does so in such a way that a middle-aged man without a degree can understand it
>episodic so grandparents can watch it whenever they want
>the mc behaves like a teenager but exaggerates his melancholy to seem serious, people who don't think will love it
>there's drama but they don't cry or more realistics fights, something that people who complain about everything like
>in the end the mc dies, which seems profound
>humor of a sweaty middle-aged man
>west influence which in Japan gave it an exotic air and in the West they think it was made for them (all the anime acclaimed by people who don't like anime have a relationship with the West: Eva, Monster, Fmab, Vinland, Snk...put in an episode of Gintama and they'll fucking die)

>>287557145
It differed in that the dub was actually okay.

>>287553103
a good dub was at least a big part of what made western fans like your anime back then

>>287557145
I still cri from the bye bye scene ;_;

Erm actually Cowboy Bebop isn't as good as
>The Rising of the Shield Hero
>So I'm a Spider, So What?
>Loner Life in Another World
>BOFURI: I Don't Want to Get Hurt, so I'll Max Out My Defense.
>Kuma Kuma Bear
>That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime
>The Eminence in Shadow
>I've Been Killing Slimes for 300 Years and Maxed Out My Level
>I Was Reincarnated as the 7th Prince so I Can Take My Time Perfecting My Magical Ability
>A Journey Through Another World: Raising Kids While Adventuring
>Harem in the Labyrinth of Another World
>Summoned to Another World for a Second Time
>Cautious Hero: The Hero is Overpowered But Overly Cautious
>I Got a Cheat Skill in Another World and Became Unrivaled in the Real World, Too
>The Aristocrat's Otherworldly Adventure: Serving Gods Who Go too Far
>Isekai Cheat Magician
>Arifureta: From Commonplace to World's Strongest
>Sword Art Online
>Mushoku Tensei
>The Master of Ragnarok and Blesser of Einherjar
>No Game No Life
>Misfit at Demon King Academy
>Konosuba

>>287557452
Nice b8

>>287553121
Fpbp. And I say this as a person who loves Cowboy Bebop but also loves anime in general
Bebop is the kind of show that can unify BOTH people who love anime and those who hate it. It's THAT good.

>Bebop thread

Alright, time to repost this. and hopefully, with better editing.

Originally posted on: https://web.archive.org/web/20070705142837/http://www.cowboybebop.org/english/ut/index.html

[ A HARD DAY'S WRITE ] 2044 / 04 / 16
by Dai Sato

~

>Eventually, he convinced himself that guys like him never got to play hero. The big scoops always happened to someone else. The next man was always quicker off the mark. By the time he ever noticed anything, it was old news – nobody even talked about it any more. It was always the way.
>But it was no big deal. It didn’t bother him the way it might have bothered other people. It was a relief – no need to think of new ways to change the world, when he knew he lacked the experience or the will. Better to choose the kind of job that made him sound like a player, even if he wasn’t. Stuff could happen to people he didn’t even know. Then he could write about it.
>A writer?
>A bystander, really, with a hidden agenda. He wasn’t the leading-man type himself, but he could get close to the real thing… find out all about them, put himself in their place… write himself into an active role, but only in his head. The process was the same for Shakespeare or Pullitzer. All the guys who decided to leave stories for posterity must have had a similar attitude.
>So a journalist, then. Except that for his whole life, he’d never had any concept of justice. He could care less how things ought to be. What was good, and what was bad, to him they were just relative
concepts. Today’s issues soon became yesterday’s news, drifting away into history, and history could be the judge. He left the verdict to others; everything was someone else’s problem.
>He was fooling himself all along, and eventually he knew it.
>By the time he’d worked that out, he was already thirty-one years old.

>His name was Ural Terpsichore.

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>>287557545
(cont)

>It was tough to pronounce if you didn’t know the place he grew up. The surname belonged to a long- forgotten goddess. The other part was some place on Earth, way back when, before fragments of the Moon changed the map forever.
>People’s names were like their genes, encoded with fragments of lost languages. But for him, his name was just a sound. He never gave much thought to the history or meaning in words, and neither did anyone he met.
>But parents kept dumping these names on their children – nations might have lost all credibility, but languages and bloodline still held onto their significance. And languages meant cultural differences. Bloodlines meant race. And until those things disappeared, too, people would never stop hating each other.
>For as long as he could remember, anyone who knew him had just called him by his initials. “U.T.” was even the byline on all his wanna-be writing.
>One day, his full name would be in the history books, would even be called a “legend.” But back then, he was no more than a humble staff writer on the Jupiter Daily, assigned to the Entertainment section.
>Was. Past-tense. His Jupiter Daily access code to the Space Net had been cancelled three hours and sixteen minutes earlier, terminating three years’ service. He’d been fired.
>But right then, he didn’t know any of that. He was still lying in a dumpster for outsized garbage, out on the bustling kilometer-long strip that was Cosmo Koroliev, the biggest space port on Callisto.
>Seven days, twelve hours and thirty-five minutes earlier.

>U.T. was at his usual bar-stool, at Keema’s in the Colossan mall, biting on the lemon wedge that came with his Corona. He drained the whole bottle before he spat out the skin, mixing watered-down alcohol with the bitter lemon juice and the tang of the peel in his throat. It felt good, with an enka-soul melody playing in the background.

>>287557561
(cont)

>“Hoo-yeah… that hit the spot,” he muttered. But he didn’t mean the booze. Or the song. His eyes were light brown, with eyelids that looked permanently heavy and sleepy. Eventhen, he wore the mono-modelled all-ceramic spectacles that would become his trademark. It was no authorial affectation – he was genuinely short-sighted. He just couldn’t bring himself to put his trust in laser surgery, even if everyone else was doing it.
>His other trademarks, a desert-brown trenchcoat and matching sun visor, were back in the foyer. Today he wore a cream shirt and a black suit. No tie. His frame was tall, angular and thin, bestowing a fragile appearance. His hair, darker than his eyes, was mussed, but it didn’t seem to bother him. The overall effect gave him the air of a tired golden retriever.
>“Oh, man… It’s not even eight o’clock,” said Keema, the moustachioed Arab barman. >“If you keep knocking ’em back like that, it’s a Prairie Oyster breakfast for you.”
>He took the empty bottle away, replacing it with a fresh Corona and another slice of
lemon.
>“Special occasion,” mumbled U.T., swapping the new lemon for the old, and downing the beer.
>“What, again?” laughed Keema. “I don’t wanna have to go get Rhona.”
>“She… she ain’t coming no more,” said U.T., but he was talking to himself.
>Keema’s Bar was about ten minutes from the office complex that housed the Koroliev branch of the Jupiter Daily. It was a dead-end posting, and Keema’s was where the dead wood from the dead-end normally landed. It was where U.T. had finished up. As usual. His third Corona untouched in front of him, U.T. reached into his pocket for a lighter and a pack of Marlboro.
>Someone tapped his shoulder.
>“Hey,” he said.

>>287557576
(cont)

>U.T. turned to see a big nose. If the guy ever boosted anything from a store, eyewitnesses would describe “some dude with a massive nose.” But if you peered beyond the most striking feature, you would also see small light-green eyes and chubby, innocent-looking lips. It wasn’t a bad face, stuck on a stocky, fleshy body that suggested a more athletic past. The guy was in his mid-forties, with the stoop and weary look that spelled a wife and kids at home.
>U.T. did his best to smile, but his eyes were already hollow, and the beer had brought a rasp to his voice.
>“Don’t see you around here much.”
>“I’ve been looking for you,” said the new arrival. “I called your office, but they said you wouldn’t be in a big hurry to get home tonight… said I’d probably find you here.”
>He was Chitami Homiakov, a manager with the Hayble Agency.
>“Figures,” muttered U.T. “My editor always did talk too much. If this is about Shinobu’s tour, I filed my copy this morning, so don’t sweat it.”
>“It’s not that. I need your help.”
>Till then, Chitami and U.T. had it covered. U.T. was an entertainment hack for the Daily.
>Chitami was the manager of Shinobu Birdland, the hot new enka-soul diva, big in the Jovian system and all the way to Earth itself. Originally, they were hunter and hunted. A media journo and a star-maker. When they met three years before, Shinobu’s people had just slapped on a media embargo, after allegations that the 20-year-old starlet was having an affair with a prominent politician.
>Chitami had been surfing the Space Net, and found a reader’s letter in the Daily – it said that, especially at a time like this, fans should forget the scandal, focusing instead on Shinobu’s charming voice and passionate songs. Chitami bit, and contacted the Daily right away. But they had to tell him there was no such reader.

>>287557588
(cont)

>The “love letter” had been dashed off by the new guy in the office, a last-minute replacement for a libelous one they had to spike. And that was how the Daily got their exclusive interview with Shinobu. The day it ran, the paper’s access figures topped all the competition. It got the most hits that entire month.
>And the byline was U.T., the new guy who’d defended her. It had been an unusual way of getting promoted.
>“I’m listening,” he said.
>That lucky break had been a turning point for U.T. Back when he still hadn’t got it together, he had discovered that someone could be moved when he wrote about something he believed in. That someone was Chitami. Without him, U.T. would have taken much longer to make it as a writer. But now he was looking at U.T. in a different way – with a deadly serious face U.T. had never seen before.
>“Cool… can’t help noticing you’re already blasted. What happened?”
>“Nothing,” lied U.T. “No problem.”
>“Good. I hope so. Anyways… look at this.”
>True to his profession, Chitami stole a glance behind him as he put a card-like item on the bar. It was a one-inch disc, the adaptor ready to go.
>“Here,” he said. “It’s all in here.”
>It was an off-line disc. Most data was kept permanently on the Space Net.
>But one of these would keep material that, for whatever reason, you couldn’t afford to leave online.
>The reason was normally an important one, and the old-fashioned discs, with the data they held, were common currency in the underworld.
>“It’s an image of Shinobu, back before her debut.”
>“He-ey,” said U.T. “Gotta be a real collector’s item.”
>U.T. pulled his mobile from inside his jacket, and shucked out the backup memory card.
>The black disc went in, and the image appeared on his screen.
>“We got this about a week ago,” breathed Chitami. “We were sorting a bike delivery of fan mail. But this one was addressed to me. It came with this letter.”

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>>287557597
(cont)

>U.T.’s eyes were on his mobile, but Chitami slapped a piece of paper in front of him. Like a homage to a bygone age, it had been written on a typewriter: “If you do not wish the rest of the images to be distributed, cancel the tour.”
>It was signed Cho-koku-mei: “Bird… Land… Destiny…”
>Meanwhile, on the screen of U.T.’s phone, there was Shinobu Birdland, younger but unmistakeable. She was wearing a skin-tight rubber suit, and swinging a whip down across the buttocks of a dirty, naked man… over and over again. The cut itself was barely thirty seconds, but it was set on automatic loop.
>“Can I put this in my cache–?” began U.T.
>Chitami, in silence, reached to the phone and turned it off.
>“I want you to find where this came from. You’ve got five days until Shinobu starts her tour.’
>Ever since, U.T.’s slot on the Jupiter Daily office whiteboard has borne the legend: “Interview/On Assigment/NR.”
>Initially, he had no intention of doing it. Sure, he owed the guy a favor, but U.T. wasn’t a cop. He wasn’t a detective.
>He wasn’t even one of those “cowboy” freelancers who had signed up to the new ISSP bounty system.
>But he was drunk. And he didn’t have any reason to go home. Rhona Nemecek, his girlfriend of eight years, had moved out that morning. The reasons were complicated, but the results were simple.
>So he had the disc, and he had the letter in his pocket.
>It was a simple beginning. But he stood on the threshold of something much bigger.

>Because whether he wanted it or not, Ural Terpsichore was just about to become a legend.

~
END

The tv series failed because it was shit. it added niggers, fags and other sodomites, was, in general, a worse product, and, you have to remember, just because something is good in one medium doesnt mean it translates well to another.

>>287557701
True, Shield Hero and that Time I was Reincarnated as a Slime is objectively better

>>287557746
>>287557452
this but unironically

>>287553103
you had to wait a week for the next two episodes when it first aired on cartoon network. cowboy bebop is meant to be savored an episode at a time

>>287557701
>>287557746
>>287557761
Blatant samefag

>>287553103
>Why did the tv series fail?
it was aired on a channel/time block for kids when it so obviously wasn't, once it got put on satellite tv or whatever it was fine

The show had some hilariously bad episodes. One that comes to mind is when they're trapped in a cgi whirlwind in space all episode ling. Biggest resource misallocatiom ever

>>287553103
>What made Cowboy Bebop so beloved?
babbies first anime that wasnt a cartoon network shonen

>>287553183
There was a cafe for it a few years back.

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>>287560770
>One that comes to mind is when they're trapped in a cgi whirlwind in space all episode long

Are you high? There was no such episode

>>287561365
No, I remember this clearly

>>287553103
>Why did the tv series fail?
>zoomer makes retarded baseless dipshit assertion
I want this human trash off the board

>>287561928
He's talking about the shitflix version. Consider yourself lucky for forgetting it exists.

>>287561426
So clear yet you can't name the episode, nor post clips and screenshots to prove its existence.
You're full of shit.

>>287561426
There's an episode where they get stuck in 'hyperspace' chasing a ghost ship