Frieza - Reception

Reception

The casting and direction of his English voices (before Dragon Ball Z Kai) has often been criticized over the years; with that and various features in his character design like his voice and dark colored lips leads to some gender confusion with new fans. Frieza was mentioned as one of the "most beloved characters" in an article by GamePro. Also on pages D1 and D3 of The Ledger's December 8, 1999 paper, he is one of the reasons that DBZ was listed as a violent show for children back then stating, "In one recent episode, beads of sweat form on the brow of a character named Vegeta, as he is nearly strangled to death by an evil foe named Frieza. In another, Frieza uses the horns on his head to impale a good guy named Krillin through the chest." As well as opinions on his appearance: "Little Gohan is abruptly in the icy metallic grip of one of his arch-nemeses, Frieza, a silvery androgynous giant who looks like a cross between the monster in Alien and Batman's Mr. Freeze."

Chris Ayers' performance as Frieza has also been met with a decidedly mixed response, with some citing it as inferior to Linda Young's work while others compare it favourably to Mark Hamill's performance as the Joker in the DC Animated Universe.

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