I'm a woman in my early 30s who has always been a long time studio Ghibli fan and a massive movie buff in general, but I've never brought myself to watching Grave of the Fireflies.
Partly because I know the topic is a heavy one and for some people a very real memory. Partly because every single one of my friends or someone else who has seen it has had that same harrowing look in their eyes when they talk about it. I'm a pretty emotional person at the best of times and there is something about war movies that I just cannot do.
So, I've never watched it.
Until tonight.
I am currently unemployed and watching movies has been keeping me sane between endless applications and job interviews. I'm currently trying to find work in Japan and I have been revisiting a lot of Ghibli movies. So, I decided to watch Grave of the Fireflies tonight.
Holy shit, you guys, I am absolutely destroyed.
I am glad I watched it, but I don't think anything could have prepared me for the emotional trauma of this film.
So many things in this movie stood out to me .
The look in Seita's eyes when he sees his mother at the elementary school.
The still backdrop of the city being completely destroyed.
Setsuko crying when their mother's kimonos are taken away.
Seita crying when Setsuko tells him she knows their mother is dead. (This is when I was ugly sobbing).
The dirt and what follows immediately. Oh my god..
I don't really have words for what I'm feeling right now. It's an absolute masterpiece of a movie, but not one I will ever watch again.
I am NOT okay.
firelock_ny t1_iy6pkv8 wrote
Weirdest thing to me about this movie is that its theatrical release was as a double feature - with My Neighbor Totoro. How's that for an emotional shift in gears?