Devilman appeals to a part of me that was strongest in my teens. That part of me was embarrassingly genuine, strikingly passionate, and thematically uncritical. There is an amateurish indulgence in both the story and artwork of devilman. This makes me wonder if evoking that feeling was intentional or if the age of both the work and the reader are showing.
Uncritical, genuine Meg loves Devilman for everything it is and is understanding about everything it isn't. Critical and analytical Meg is hesitant to proclaim such love.
The extreme and purposeful depictions of violence against women throughout the manga is especially uncomfortable and seems to be present just to satisfy Go Nagai's specific and obvious fetish. Also, the story, while evocative and imaginative, is largely shallow, childish, and messy.
As a reader, my best takeaways from the work were the grotesque monster designs, very specific and charming artwork, and an incredibly 'of it's time' feeling.