Black Lagon is grossly overrated. The first few episodes work in a stupidly over-the-top sort of way, with the shamelessly testosterone-addled action scenes promising to out-perform each previous one with the kind of frenetic violence which made the Kill Bill movies so much fun. But the minute Revy - everyone's favorite gun-toting sex-object! - starts opening her mouth about the inescapability of nihilism, I can't help but groan.
What the hell, writers! You did everything in your power to advertise this series as a brainless celebration of adolescent power fantasies! Why suddenly start wanking off on a tangent like one of the rug-staining asians of The Big Lobowski and pretend yo be something that you're not (i.e. intelligent and thoughtful)? Just lose the pretensions at being deep and get back to being amusingly depraved, already! If I wanted to explore the philosophical implications of existential dread through anime, I'd watch Kino's Journey. Hell, if I wanted to explore the philosophical implications of existential dread, I'd turn off the TV and read On Time And Being! Just go back to the mindlessly fun violence, please.