A Sister’s All You Need is the greatest sister fucking fantasy since Sister Act. It’s an anime that is so similar to Eromanga Sensei it could probably be sued. The only real difference between this and Eromanga is that the characters here are older, there’s no sister to fuck, and the lewd humor and sex pervert stuff is directed at appropriately aged girls (who look like they’re seven). But for all the differences, there’s a lot of similarities. Light novel writing, sister sex perversions, and absolutely nothing happening for twelve episodes. Yay! I love watching things that have no reason for existing.

Itsuki is a light novel writer who fantasizes about having a little sister he can molest. He writes books to fulfill this fantasy. He’s the protagonist of a show. I’m supposed to empathize with him and want to see him succeed. I’m supposed to connect with him. Fun fact: I don’t. As a person with a little sister I can safely say I’ve never had fantasies toward her. Well, maybe before she lost half her teeth and turned into a mummy. Meth always thwarts sister complexes.

Itsuki has to face deadlines and other stuff that author’s face. His editor is crazy.

He has a girl who is his friend who is a sex pervert. And another girl who is his friend despite the fact he called her a slut in their initial encounter.
And some guy who pretends to be gay to get lady fans.

And Itsuki also has a little brother who is feminine and wears panties. Which makes me wonder if Itsuki isn’t actually in love with his little brother but has a sister complex to try and tamp down his gay incestuous fantasies.

So um...what’s good about this anime? I guess it’s occasionally kind of funny in a shocking “did she just say/do that?” kind of way. That’s not how you eat an egg!

What’s bad about the anime? Everything else really. A lot of the humor falls flat because I’m not a ten year old who laughs heartily when a girl says she has to be naked in order to write. And even ten year old's would question the logic behind airing out your crotch to write better. Trust me, I’ve tried writing novels naked before and every time they kick me out of the Starbucks before I can type “Chapter One”.

And the humor off-sets the seriousness of certain scenes making for a jumble of tones. When one character has his light novel adapted into an anime, all the friends sit around to watch the premiere while he keeps track of fan discussion on Twitter. When the anime is poorly received and the episode is garbage, I felt a pang of hurt for this guy I barely knew. And I wondered why A Sister’s All You Need isn’t a slice of life detailing the struggles and trials of a light novel writer in an emotionally complex way. Because it’s obvious the author can manage that, he does it pretty well in a couple scenes. You know, the scenes that stuck with me and made me wish this weren’t so pandering.

But even disregarding the humor the games really screw up the pacing. There are episodes of this anime where our heroes sit around playing tabletop games. We get the rules and we watch people do something so boring the last time you did it was to appease your grandparents who didn’t know what a video game was. So the anime is a sex comedy...and a slice of life drama about writing...and a slice of life about tabletop games?

Did the author think that because he can’t come up with anything to say he better throw in some tabletop gaming to blow a chunk of the page count? This anime and Eromanga have helped paint the light novel industry as a dumpster fire of a literary genre. Nothing screams quality like squeezing bad authors with generic ideas till they shit something moderately readable that wouldn’t pass for bad fan fiction in most literary circles.

I Wish I Had a Little Sister to Pork is nowhere near as bad as the name makes it sound but it’s also way more shallow than it tries to be. It’s a huge splatter of diarrhea rather than a solid turd; an outpouring of too many tones and genres that don’t compliment each other and make for a pointless twelve episodes. There are no characters to invest in, no humor to laugh at, and pretty much no reason to suffer through it.