I distinctly remember thinking that the mood switch when Mei runs away felt out of left field when I first saw this as a dumb kid. Revisiting it a decade later, it's arresting seeing those vast, serene rice fields flipped on their head, effectively capturing Satsuki's panic.
So white washed and sterile that it makes the "culture clash" of San Francisco and Tokyo completely superficial. Its vapid tackling of familial loss is made all the more frustrating due to its blank cast of rote characters. Then a big superhero battle, ripped straight out of Marvel's already dull recent output, happens. Don't bother.