The horse is dead. Long live the horse.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

20080923.NamesInGattaca

Let's talk about Gattaca. Long time readers may be aware that this is among my favourite films. I'm going to be showing it soon to a discussion group and in thinking about it, I was struck by the author's choice of names for its characters.

[note: the following will mean little to those who've not seen the film. and will contain spoilers. so yeah.]

Let's start with the brothers, Vincent and Anton :

Vincent Freeman:
In the scope of the story, Vincent is set against a society that cannot accept him. He is the irresistible force struggling the immovable juggernaut of societal prejudice. Vincent means "conquering" and true to name Vincent spends the movie conquering both the prejudices of his society (embodied most boldly in the person of his brother, Anton) and the inadequacies of his own physical state.

Anton Freeman:
Anton, the product of genetic engineering (as are most in society), is praiseworthy by his very nature as his name implies. Anton means, most readily, "praiseworthy." Anton and Vincent's father (also Anton) acknowledge this when he declares Anton a son worthy of inheriting his name. His family praises Anton for the circumstance of his birth and Anton soaks in the praise, believing himself worthy.

The Brothers Freeman:
Both Vincent and Anton share the surname, Freeman. Where Anton has, in the overt sense, always been the free man (A. Freeman), Vincent spends the movie shackled by the expectations of society. In reality though, it is Anton through society's praise and prejudice who lives to meet expectations, while Vincent conquers all opposition in order to be the first truly free man of his generation.

Irene Cassini:
Irene means "peace" and Cassini is the name of an Italian astronomer. In securing the love and trust of Irene, we see foreshadowed Vincent's success and the fact that he will find peace himself. Further, his success in obtaining Irene Cassini prefigures his success in attaining his ultimate goal, finding peace in space. Vincent conquers societal expectations in order to gain Irene, for after war must come peace.

Jerome Eugene Morrow:
Jerome means "sacred name" and it is through taking on the holy name that Vincent is given the opportunity to succeed, and in succeeding, become something of a representational messiah for his society. Jerome's is the sacred name of the future, of the morrow, and as Vincent takes it, he begins his conquer of the future. Once Jerome's name is taken, he chooses to rely upon his middle name, Eugene. "Of noble birth." His legs crushed and his hope destroyed, he clings to the fact of his birth and the glorious DNA stack that defines him. In the end, with Vincent's success, he recognizes that even a good birth means nothing without the determination to make use of it. While proud of Vincent, he cannot live in Vincent's new world. His death is emblematic of the death knell that Vincent has called out against the society by his success.

One final name, Dr. Lamar:
While Anton, Irene, and Jerome each present threats to Vincent's ultimate victory, it is Dr. Lamar who truly holds power over Vincent. Lamar, depending on origin, may mean either "famous land" or "the water." In this case, Dr. Lamar is he who tends the waters allowing or declining passage into the promised land. He is the God of Judgment in the Gattacan mythology and it is only for his mercy that Vincent is allowed victory and passage to inherit his peace.

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Friday, August 29, 2008

20080829

Two amusing stories: to illustrate the absence of simple comprehension skills in some of my friends-slash-acquaintances.

Story One:

ME [talking to a discussion group who had just finished Casablanca]: So, what did you guys think of the movie?

HER [blurting out before anyone else can even raise their hands]: I didn't like it!

ME: Okay, what didn't you like about it?

HER: I didn't think it was right that she was with Rick while her husband was in a concentration camp.

ME: But she thought he was dead.

HER: I didn't think it was right for her to be seeing someone else while her husband was still alive.

ME: But she couldn't have known he was still alive. She was told that he had been killed. So to her mind, her husband had died and she was just moving on.

HER: If I were her husband and I were stuck in a concentration camp, I wouldn't want my wife seeing another guy. Plus, why didn't she tell him she was married.

ME: Well, because she wasn't anymore. At least that's what she believed. When your husband dies, you're no longer married. It's okay for you to date other guys.

HER: I still didn't like the movie. I think it was wrong.

ME: ...

Story Two:

HER [a different her]: I still don't see how a Christian could write a song like [Havalina's "Proportion Thing."]

ME: Really? What makes it hard to believe?

HER: It's just so sad and mean.

ME: Well, the singer is just describing why his girl left him and he's understandably heartbroken about the whole thing.

HER: Yeah, but the reason is just so bad. She says that she's tired and she's got to leave. That's not right. You shouldn't break up with someone just because you're tired.

ME: That's true. You probably shouldn't. But that's not the guy singing who is doing that. That's what happened to him.

HER: Yeah, that's so sad. I don't see how a Christian could sing a song like that.

ME: ...


Here are Havalina's lyrics for "Proportion Thing," just in case you don't remember the song.

My baby left me
Just the other day
With a letter
And my bad eyesight.

I felt like Hannibal,
That poor old sick elephant—
Well not so much like Hannibal,
But out of proportion.

The point is she left me
Because I must be out of proportion.

That night it rained.
It rained on my house.
It rained on my head.
It rained cats and dogs
All that night I was in bed.

And it rained on the letter,
Because this is what it said:

I'm going away,
Just got to see.
It's not a thing about your looks
Or the way you treated me.
I'm just tired.
And I've got to leave.

By the way,
I loved you.

It all came down
To this proportion thing.
She never said it,
but that don't mean a thing.

As a kid my feet
Just grew so large.
My lips just like
A big ol' barge.

Now my baby's left.
Gone on her way.
What's a guy like me
Supposed to do or say?

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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

20080820

While hanging out over at the Ottery last week, I took note of some particular blog fodder. Namely a list of Entertainment Weekly's Top 100 Movies from the Last 25 Years (part of their New Classics series). As is often the case with EW's lists, there are a bunch of safe choices, one or two inspired choices and then some that amount to little more than bafflement. I mean, surefine, Shrek, Men in Black, Dazed and Confused, and Office Space were all fun in their own particular ways. But Best of the last 25 years? Wow. That takes guts.

Anyway, what follows is the list immediately preceded by an interpretive legend to show whether I'd seen a movie and if I had, whether I had liked it or not.

Saw and Loved

Saw

Saw and Didn't Particularly Like

Saw and Loathed

Haven't Seen


Aliens (1986)

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000)

Crumb (1995)

Die Hard (1988)

Edward Scissorhands (1990)

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

Evil Dead 2: Dead by Dawn (1987)

Fight Club (1999)

In the Mood for Love (2001)

L.A. Confidential (1997)

Lost in Translation (2003)

Memento (2001)

Pulp Fiction (1994)

Schindler’s List (1993)

The Incredibles (2004)

The Matrix (1999)

Unforgiven (1992)

When Harry Met Sally... (1989)

Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery (1997)

Back to the Future (1985)

Beverly Hills Cop (1984)

Big (1988)

Casino Royale (2006)

Children of Men (2006)!

Clueless (1995))

Dazed and Confused (1993)

Donnie Brasco (1997)

Ghostbusters (1984)

Gladiator (2000)

Glory (1989)

Moulin Rouge (2001)

Napoleon Dynamite (2004)

Office Space (1999)

Rushmore (1998)

Saving Private Ryan (1998)

Scream (1996)

Shrek (2001)

Speed (1994)

Spider-Man 2 (2004)

Swingers (1996)

Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991)

The 40 Year-Old Virgin (2005)

The Blair Witch Project (1999)

The Breakfast Club (1985)

The Lord of the Rings trilogy (2001-03)

The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad (1988)

The Silence of the Lambs (1991)

The Talented Mr.Ripley (1999)

The Truman Show (1998)

There Will Be Blood (2007)

There’s Something About Mary (1998)

Toy Story (1995)

Waiting for Guffman (1996)

Y Tu Mamá También (2002)

Fargo (1996)

Full Metal Jacket (1987)

GoodFellas (1990)

Jerry Maguire (1996)

Men in Black (1997)

Pretty Woman (1990)

The Bourne Supremacy (2004)

The Player (1992)

The Sixth Sense (1999)

This Is Spinal Tap (1984)

Titanic (1997)

Witness (1985)

Blue Velvet (1986)

Lion King (1994)

A Room With a View (1986)

All About My Mother (1999)

Boogie Nights (1997)

Breaking the Waves (1996)

Broadcast News (1987)

Brokeback Mountain (2005)

Dirty Dancing (1987)

Do the Right Thing (1989)

Drugstore Cowboy (1989)

Ed Wood (1994)

Far From Heaven (2002)

Fatal Attraction (1987)

Hannah and Her Sisters (1986)

Hoop Dreams (1994)

Menace II Society (1993)

Michael Clayton (2007)

Moonstruck (1987)

Natural Born Killers (1994)

No Country For Old Men (2007)

Out of Africa (1985)

Rain Man (1988)

Risky Business (1983)

Scarface (1983)

Sex, Lies and Videotape (1989)

Sid and Nancy (1986)

Sideways (2004)

South Park: Bigger Longer & Uncut (1999)

The Departed (2006)

The Lives of Others (2006)

The Piano (1993)

Thelma & Louise (1991)

Wings of Desire (1988)


Incidentally, of their Top 100, I haven't seen thirty-two (though I've seen portions of many of those—e.g. films like Scarface that I rented and lost interest in and Risky Business which I saw most of over the years on television, but was so disinterested that I would never actually rent the thing). The last few years have been relatively movieless for me. I just haven't been able to carve out the time like I used to.

Doing this has reminded me how very long it's been since I did a big list of something. Hm...

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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

20080730

Four reviews today.

• Battle Royale (film)
• Norwegian Wood (novel) by Haruki Murakami
• Franny and Zooey (novel) by J.D. Salinger
• Y: The Last Man (graphic novel) by Brian K. Vaughan and Pia Guerra


Battle Royale

Film: Speculative Fiction
Director: Kinji Fukasaku
Year: 2000
Runtime: 122 min.

Wow. Battle Royale was... incredible. This thing was so brutal and compelling that even the Monk could not stop—despite having to avert her eyes every five minutes or so because of bloody, bloody murder.

At the time, Battle Royal was probably closer to spec-fi but now I guess it'd be alt-history fiction since its futuristic horror takes place in the early two-thousand-aughts. Essentially, youth violence, degradation, and autonomy has risen to such a level that the adults are mad as hell and are just not going to take it anymore. So, like any reasonable society, they pass the BR Act, a piece of legislation that requires random classes of ninth graders to be shipped to specially created military camps. While at these camps, the students are given a bag containing a map and compass, some food and water, and a random weapon (anything from a sub machine gun to a pot lid). They are to use the resources at hand to... well, to kill every other student. If within three days there is not a single survivor remaining, the collars fastened to the necks of each survivor will be triggered to explode.

Battle Royale

So yeah. Not the most forward thinking of governments.

In any case, despite the sillinesses of the film like the incredulity with which one would approach the idea of a BR Act, Battle Royale is just as I said at the beginning: ruthlessly compelling. Watching these kids deal with either the fact that their friends were murderers or that they themselves would soon be murderers was an arresting concept. The filmmakers give the viewer just enough backstory on a number of the participants to make their involvement and eventual grisly end all the more cinematically worthwhile. And when he confrontations begin, the level of tension does not ratchet down.

Battle Royale

Despite flaws in story, script, and subtitling, Battle Royale was worth every moment I spent glued to its unfolding.

Trailer 1
Trailer 2

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Norwegian Wood

Book: Novel
Author: Haruki Murakami
Year: 1987
Pages: 304

Having read Kafka on the Shore, Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, After the Quake, and Sputnik Sweetheart, I decided it was high time I read the novel that really put Haruki Murakami on the Map of Superstardom. Norwegian Wood, by all accounts, was the work that made his later triumphs possible. Still, I approached the work guardedly, recognizing that popularity and quality rarely go with hands clasped in loving security.

In short, my fears were deftly allayed.

Norwegian Wood, while boasting none of that surreality that drew me so strongly to Murakami's later works, is still on all counts an excellent novel. It foreshadows the art that he would later hone in more incredible works but is not overwhelmed by its place as Prototype and stands stubbornly under its own worthy powers. The book is emotionally satisfying, wryly humourous, and carries enough of the psychological burden of true romance that I couldn't help but enjoy the journey.

As far as the story is concerned, Murakami pits a young, collegiate protagonist (Toru Watanabe) against a world made crazy by ill-founded idealism and the fascism that idealism nurtures. The world around him feeds on dreams and the need for rebellion—not worthy rebellion but only that typical rebellion that the young feel is necessary to young lives. Even in the midst of his cynicism toward the mindless abandon of his classmates, Watanabe finds himself abandoned to his desperate love for Naoko, the psychologically wounded girlfriend of his now-deceased best friend from high school. Even as he labours to support Naoko through her lengthy convalescence, writing her letters and occasionally visiting her remote community, Watanabe takes the edge off his pining by participating in two oddly similar friendships, both with fellow students of his particular university. These work to show him both who he wants to be and who he does not want to be.

I'm not certain if Norwegian Wood should be classified as romantic fiction, bildungsroman, or as something else. Certainly their are elements of the two well-mined genres, but I can't help feeling that the novel is perhaps something more worthwhile than either of the two classifications. In any case, I liked it well enough and it's normal enough to appeal to even those who aren't ready for Murakami's more curious work.

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Franny and Zooey

Book: Novel
Author: J.D. Salinger
Year: 1955
Pages: 208

I am the luckiest person in the world. The last few months have led me through an unbroken string of good books. I have had so much fun reading that I'm just in love with books right now.

And isn't that the way it should be?

In any case, Salinger's Franny and Zooey is the most recent in what I hope will be a continuing tradition of engaging, well-written stories. I have to admit I approached the work with some skepticism, having been wholly uninterested in Catcher in the Rye when it was forced upon me in high school (and now, I am looking forward to going back and reading Catcher).

It's really in the dialogue that Franny and Zooey shines. I found their discussions completely absorbing and their subject-matter intriguing. Even the correspondences represented in the work are fun and filled with the kind of silly banter that reminds me of my own letters to my wife before she was my wife.

As far as story goes, it really is pretty slight and primarily relies on four distinct conversations over the course of a few days in which Franny has a sort of spiritual nervous breakdown. I found the whole thing—the breakdown, the conversations, the conclusions—all to be uncomfortably believable in that I could easily imagine such a set of things occurring somewhere in real life.

To conclude, Franny and Zooey is a short book that can be swallowed at breakneck speeds. It would be worth seven times the amount of time I spent on it.

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Y: The Last Man

Book: Graphic Novel (10 vols.)
Author: Brian K. Vaughan
Artist: Pia Guerra
Year: 2002-2008
Pages: 1487

Imagine a world in which every creature possessing a Y chromosome has just died. In a single moment, the world's animal population has been reduced by roughly half. This is a world where most of the world's politicians, most of the world's scientists, most of the world's military, most of the world's pilots, most of the world's film-makers, and most of the world's businessmen are no longer with us. This is a world of chaos and desperation, a world trying to find its way in the cataclysm-wrought darkness.

And this is a world of nightmares and madness for Yorick Brown, the lone surviving man.

What's that you say? Dead?

Y: The Last Man begins on July 17, 2002—about a half hour prior to the great extinction, and introduces Yorick, his pet monkey Ampersand (also male and also a unique survivor of the coming pandemic), and the beginning of a large cast of well-conceived female characters (for the curious, publisher Vertigo offers the first chapter in PDF). The second chapter picks up several weeks after the plague hit, revealing a world very much changed. Apart from those women who are simply scrambling to survive in and make sense of this new world, the new society-in-flux has given rise to numerous factions struggling with and abusing power. From the ultra-feminist Amazons who burned all the sperm banks to assure that the world would never again be plagued with men to those women who were involved in politics and the military prior to the fall of man, author Brian K. Vaughan presents a world that believably captures both the horror and hope of the human condition.

And all the while Yorick is racing from Boston to find his would-be fiancée Beth, who was participating in anthropological research in Australia when the plague hit.

It's a very slow race. The entire scope of the ten-volume series covers approximately five years and follows Yorick as he and his two companions Agent 355 (an American spy) and Dr. Allison Mann* (a bioengineer who hopes to clone Yorick to preserve the human race) as they traverse the globe (via foot, train, and boat) in search of Yorick's Beth. Because of their travels they experience enlightening episodes with Amazons, astronauts, agents, assassins, actors, antagonistas, androbots, atheists, angry Arizonans, and a whole mess of lesbians (both long-time and newly blossomed).

Yorick likes pop culture

As far as speculative fiction goes, Y: The Last Man is really the creme de la creme, hitting all the right notes and being funny, grim, and mind-blowing for its duration. Vaughan has lessons to leave and pedagogy to forge, but he never gets preachy—and the moment he begins wading in that direction, his characters themselves seem to call him on the carpet for it. These are intelligent people and pretty well representative of the human race. While the book most overtly concerns Yorick and his quest, this is merely a framing device for an exploration of humanity itself (and to a lesser degree, women). Vaughan succeeds wholly in taking a genre concept that could have been been the basis for the typical male fulfillment fantasy and spinning into one of the most worthwhile fables of the last hundred years.

Y: The Last Man gets my highest recommendation.

Hm. As an epilogue, I suppose I should speak briefly about the art. Largely visually composed by Pia Guerra, the illustrations of the book sing in their subtly. This is not a book featuring dynamic duos or caped crusaders. It's about real people. And Guerra's line captures that about as well as any artist out there. So goo is her skill that I cannot imagine any other artist succeeding so well at capturing Vaughan's story, characters, and setting. Her talent is made more so obvious by the occasional instances of filler artists.

*note: Allison Mann is A. Mann, get it?

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Monday, July 21, 2008

20080721

Wow, I was excited to see the Watchmen trailer as a bonus to my visit to the theater to see the actually very well done Dark Knight. It really helps me see how they could make a decent film out of what may be considered the best graphic novel of all time (at the very least, it was the only graphic novel to make TIME's All-Time Top 100 Novels).

In any case, the trailer seen probably a record-breaking number of times (since it was tied intimately to the record-breaking box office of the Bat) has had repercussions. Watchmen is currently the #2 best-selling book on Amazon. And #1 in Literature & Fiction. Apparently only being beaten out by a pre-order item, the fourth Twilight book.

And just to give you a little perspective, Watchmen was originally published across 1986 and '87.

I'm a moderate fan of the book, but I'm excited to see what they do with it in cinematic form and I'm happy to see the book continue to garner recognition over the span of its years.

p.s., for the curious, the Pumpkins song playing over the Watchmen trailer is a slow version of "The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning," which was originally written for the lamentable Batman and Robin movie.


EXCURSIS:
Today is the 8-year anniversary of this blog. I have nothing special planned. No retrospective. Nothing really. I don't even have a lot to say. So instead, here's a replay of my blogiversary celebration from Year Four.

Bon-ape!

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Thursday, February 28, 2008

20080228

Among currently producing animation studios, there is none so good at what they do as Studio Ghibli. Producing films since 1984, they maintain the place in the animation world that Disney held in '40s and '50s. In fact, nobody even comes close in terms of consistently producing amazing works of importance and integrity. In this special edition of Capsule Reviews, I'll look at all of Ghibli's feature films (save for Tales from Earthsea, which due to Scifi Channel holding the rights cannot be released in the US until 2009). We'll list these chronologically, beginning in 1984.

Skip to a Review:

• Nausicaä of the Valley of Wind
• Laputa: Castle in the Sky
• My Neighbor Totoro
• Grave of the Fireflies
• Kiki's Delivery Service
• Only Yesterday
• Porco Rosso
• I Can Hear the Sea

• Pom Poko
• Whisper of the Heart
• Princess Mononoke
• My Neighbors the Yamadas
• Spirited Away
• The Cat Returns
• Howl's Moving Castle


Nausicaä of the Valley of Wind

Year: 1984
Director: Hayao Miyazaki
Runtime: 116 min.

Nausicaä was the film that started Ghibli and many of the motifs that would later mark Ghibli films are introduced here. Environmentalism (later revisited in Only Yesterday, Pom Poko and Princess Mononoke) and anti-war sentiment (revisitied in Castle in the Sky, Grave of the Fireflies, Porco Rosso, Princess Mononoke, and Howl's Moving Castle) both find a prominent place in Nausicaä's themes. As well, this begins Ghibli's durable tradition of strong and independent female protagonists.

This is a tale set in a post-apocalyptic future. Centuries prior, the earth had been destroyed in seven days of fire as humanity's technology for killing had grown beyond its ability to control. Now with the world poisoned and the earth gradually cleansing itself through its flora, mankind (as per usual) finds itself at odds both with its environment and with itself. Nausicaä tells the story of a world-conscious young princess named (ta-da!) Nausicaä as she tries to bring peace, love, and understanding to a world that threatens to destroy itself again.

The animation feels a bit dated (though the technique for animating the giant ohmu is impressive) and the story a bit brisk, but it's a good film and a great start for what would become the premiere animation studio of the age.

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note: I highly recommend the book version of the story as Miyazaki had only finished the first quarter of the story when he released the movie. The book took more than ten years to finish and has the kind of epic quality that is missing from the movie.


Laputa: Castle in the Sky

Year: 1986
Director: Hayao Miyazaki
Runtime: 124 min.

When a girl named Sheeta falls from the sky bearing a strange stone, Pazu begins an adventure that will take him under ground and over cloud, eventually bringing him face to face with the legacy of his dead father and a discovery straight out of myth and legend. Floating cities, air pirates, royalty-in-disguise, robots bent on killing all, humanity on the verge of apocalypse, and a pair of intrepid heroes populate the background of this story of adventure and hope.

Unfortunately while Laputa contains several breathtaking scenes and edge-of-seat moments, it is also overlong and tends to flag at times. Miyazaki also uses a device that has always been unpalatable to me and crops up again in several of his films (most notably and to greatest deficit in Porco Rosso), and that is his rendering of comedic characters in a more cartoonish style than the average character. Such representations strike me as out of place and always serve to remove me from the story. Still, that said, while Laputa is certainly not Miyazaki's best effort, it is worth watching.

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note: I always recommend watching these films in their original language and opting to use the subtitles, but I understand how it can be. You get home from work. You're exhausted. The last thing you want to do is read a movie. In such cases even I, being the purist I am, will sometimes give the dubbed English version a shot. DO NOT do this with Laputa. Within minutes (if not immediately) James Van Der Beek will cause your ears to bleed and your lungs to ulcer. The English voice-casting director ought to return to hat-making. Listening to the English dub is like buttering your jam with your tears.


My Neighbor Totoro

Year: 1988
Director: Hayao Miyazaki
Runtime: 86 min.

Totoro, for a long time, was Miyazaki's most famous creation and is still perhaps his most iconic.

The film follows two young girls, Satsuke (11) and Mei (4), as they and their father spend their first days in their new house in the countryside. Their mother is sequestered in a hospital in the city as her health fails due to some undisclosed (to the children and to the viewer) illness. Against this backdrop, Miyazaki plays out a tender story exploring both the wonder and terror of childhood as the girls cope with the fact of their ailing mother and become acquainted with the tree spirits who occasionally haunt their property.

The film is endearing and the scenes featuring the spirit creatures are indelible (especially those with the large Totoro and the catbus).

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Grave of the Fireflies

Year: 1988
Director: Isao Takahata
Runtime: 88 min.

Grave of the Fireflies is one of those hurtful movies that probably everybody should watch on occasion. It's right up there with Schindler's List in its portrayal of the tragedy of humanity. Takahata's first Ghibli film should be required viewing every time our nation feels the need to go to war—so that we might better judge the necessity of our actions against the plain cost we will incur.

Grave of the Fireflies is a story of children and war. It begins with the male protagonist narrating, "September 21, 1945. That was the night I died." And then we watch as he passes into death from weakness and hunger. Then we flash back to a healthier time and watch his story unfold.

It is hard to watch, but really very good. I hope to never see it again. Which means it's probably about time I did.

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Kiki's Delivery Service

Year: 1989
Director: Hayao Miyazaki
Runtime: 102 min.

Kiki's story is like an expansion of The Little Engine Who Could. Kiki is a vaguely talented young witch who has reached the age at which she is expected to go out into the world and find a town to serve in as Town Witch. She and her little black cat Jiji eventually find a place to serve but as Kiki is not the most powerful of witches, she is not certain how it is that she can work for the good of the town. Until she strikes upon the idea of running a delivery service, taking parcels here and there on her broom.

It's all pretty standard. She has her ups and downs. Doubts her place. Mopes a bit. Then saves the day. Kinda like a typical Spider-Man story.

But the joy of the story is not found in the pieces. Like all Miyazaki's films, Kiki's Delivery Service delivers a sense of wonder and joie de vivre that exists independent of its particulars. This is an entirely human film. Plus, kids seem to love it.

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Only Yesterday

Year: 1991
Director: Isao Takahata
Runtime: 118 min.

Only Yesterday is my favourite of Isao Takahata's Ghibli productions. It could very well fall under the category of "chick-flick," but it's so good that one shouldn't worry about taxonomy.

This is the story of twenty-seven-year-old Taeko as she takes a break from her life to visit the countryside. Taeko finds herself at a crossroads, not knowing where her life should take her. Or where she should take her life. This recalls for her the last time she felt such confusion for life, as she endured the fifth grade, on the cusp of puberty.

As the story progresses and Taeko gradually builds toward making a decision for her life, we are treated with numerous vignettes of her childhood in 1966 Japan. The story is treated delicately and with affection and for a long time it may even be hard to discern that there is a story to the film at all. There is. And it is only resolved while the credits roll.

And it causes me to smile every time.

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Porco Rosso

Year: 1992
Director: Hayao Miyazaki
Runtime: 93 min.

Porco Rosso would probably be my favourite Ghibli feature if it weren't for the problem I mentioned with Laputa in which characters present for their comedic impact are drawn in a far more cartoonish manner. As in Laputa, the air pirate gangs that fill the air over the Mediterranean here are silly-looking and it takes me out of the story. The climax is also drawn with such comedic intent.

Aside from that, Porco Rosso is a gorgeous film. The seascapes are beautifully painted and the story carries such a warm sentimentality that it's hard not to bask in Porco's nobility—when he's not being crass. The film is fascinating in that the hero, having flown with honour for Italy during the war, has become nauseated by humanity and the human endeavor and has thrown off the skin of that disgusting animal for that of a far more noble creature: a pig. Porco has cast off his allegiance to any nation and now trolls the Mediterranean as a bounty hunter, so that he might subsidize his life off solitude in a lonely cove.

It really is a marvelous exploration of individual identity vs. national identity—made all the more striking when one considers the highly nationalistic nature of Miyazaki's own country.

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I Can Hear the Sea

Year: 1993
Director: Tomomi Mochizuki
Runtime: 72 min.

This was a simple story, filmed for television, masquerading as a love-triangle—but it's really just a great little coming of age tale. I don't really have much to say save for that I've seen this three or four times now and I always find it enjoyable. There are no fantasy elements and it could probably be as easily told via live-action filming, but it wasn't and it may be more poignant for that fact.

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Pom Poko

Year: 1994
Director: Isao Takahata
Runtime: 118 min.

This is probably my least favourite of the Ghibli oeuvre. It's a documentary-style presentation of how the encroaching civilation of man affects the wildlife that used to live where there are now suburban developments. It's kind of what I imagine Over the Hedge would have been like if the raccoon had enormous magical testicles.

No really.

The principle characters of the film are a group of tanuki, a raccoon-like dog-beast native to Japan and notable for their tremendous nutsacks. And throughout the movie, these tanuki use their scrotum for a hilariously diverse set of tasks. Parachute canopies to slow their fall. Large picnic-like blankets. One even sets his to form a large ship that they might sail away to safety and new fortune.

I know. It sounds like the RADDEST MOVIE EVER. Maybe it was. Maybe the subtitling on my peculiar copy was so poor that the movie seemed boring. Because really, that's how it felt. Dry. Overlong. Unexciting. Granted, it's probably still worth a rental so that you and your family can enjoy a good healthy dose of tanuki balls.

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note: here's a popular commercial featuring a tanuki that was going around for awhile. Uh, it's NSFW I guess. It's more funny than offensive, but you never know...


Whisper of the Heart

Year: 1995
Director: Yoshifumi Kondo
Runtime: 111 min.

Whisper of the Heart is probably the most adorable of all the Ghibli productions. It is in almost constant battle with Spirited Away and Princess Mononoke in contention for my Top Spot as Best Ghibli Film. While Miyazaki did not direct, he was heavily involved in scripting and production, so I guess you can see his hand. Or else Kondo just rocks. Er, rocked. He was being groomed to take over Ghibli, but he died suddenly right after completing Whisper of the Heart.

This is the story of a fifteen-year-old girl who loves fantasy and faery tales more than life. When she meets a kid who crafts violins, they inspire each other to be the best people in the world, so she determines to write a novel over the next month or two. I won't say anymore except to say: "High-five Ghibli!"

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Princess Mononoke

Year: 1997
Director: Hayao Miyazaki
Runtime: 133 min.

This is the first Miyazaki film I ever saw. It was a revelation to me. Like most of you, I grew up on "quality animation" being synonymous with Disney. I don't know what I expected. I had seen Akira so i had some taste for Japanese animation, but the sheer attention to detail on show here was awestriking. Visually, Princess Mononoke may actually be the most impressive Ghibli film of all.

And it's not just in the broad strokes either, but in the little things as well. A scene in which a rock is pebbled with a light rain until it is soaked to wetness. Beams of light piercing as shafts through storm clouds and wind breezing across fields as the grasses flutter against its waves. The dappling of sunlight as Ashitaka rides through the forest. These were details that would not even be considered in the American animation style. Animation was not dead as I had been led to believe. It was just overseas.

Princess Mononoke is thoroughly adventurous and action oriented, but it has its soft, thoughtful side as well. For every arm that Ashitaka lops off, there is a scene of quiet reflection and care for the world or the forest or humanity itself. I walked out of the theater in August 1999 changed. And not every film can boast that kind of accomplishment.

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My Neighbors the Yamadas

Year: 1999
Director: Isao Takahata
Runtime: 104 min.

Less a narrative direction and more just a series of vignettes, My Neighbors the Yamadas is good or mediocre depending entirely on which vignette is playing at a given time. Some of the short stories are funny and inspired, others are less interesting and function more as time-fillers than anything else. More than anything though, My Neighbors the Yamadas offers a sketch of one brand of contemporary Japanese family life.

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Spirited Away

Year: 2001
Director: Hayao Miyazaki
Runtime: 124 min.

By the time Spirited Away was released to theaters, I had seen a number of Ghibli's films and so was well-prepared for a cinematic treat. Still, I wasn't prepared for the harmonious cacophony of creatures and sights that filled the screen during the bulk of the film. I feel like I've been gushing about Ghibli's product so I don't want to do that here.

But I can't help myself.

If you've never seen a Ghibli film, not knowing you or your tastes, I would probably recommend Spirited Away as the place to start. It's possible that you won't like it, but that would mean you had no soul—and so, not liking a movie I recommended would be the least of your concerns.

Spirited Away, as I've described before, is kinda like Alice in Wonderland hopped up on meth. It tells the story of Chihiro, a little girl who becomes lost in a world of gods and spirits as she works in a mystical bathhouse hoping that she can rescue her parents who have been captured according to their greed. There's witches, dragons, bodiless heads, giant babies, sludge monsters, and giant hopping chicks. There may be other things you'd want from a movie, but I can't think what.

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note: despite the japanese penchant for fan service, the giant hopping chicks are not cute women but but baby chickens.


The Cat Returns

Year: 2002 Director: Hiroyuki Morita
Runtime: 75 min.

This was a slight, enjoyable film. The animation was perhaps a small step down from typical Ghibli, but it was a fun story. It also functions as something of an off-shoot of Whisper of the Heart bringing back both Muto the cat and the Baron figurine and breathing new life into each. Worth a rental.

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Howl's Moving Castle

Year: 2004
Director: Hayao Miyazaki
Runtime: 118 min.

Howl's Moving Castle was adapted from, I guess, a British children's book. I don't care to read the book. I was perfectly satisfied with Miyazaki's presentation and can consider myself sated.

I was actually surprised that I found the story as compelling as I did. Miyazaki typically uses the young as his protagonists, and though the hero started as a young woman, she spends the majority of the film as a tubby old lady, bent over with age. Like Spirited Away, Howl's Moving Castle presents an explosion of visual imagery, most notably in scenes within the titular moving castle itself. This film is the best kind of fantasy and I can't wait to see it again. And probably again.

And again.

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