Is Kill la Kill a guilty pleasure pleasure, filled with fan-service and shmaltz? Or is it a cerebral feast, filled with nuance, references and metaphors? Does it expect to be viewed seriously? Or is it self-aware in its self-aggrandizement?
The answer to all of these questions is "yes". Kill la Kill is by turns witty, hammy, heartwarming, tear-jerking, profound, obtuse, over-the-top, and