2014 ‘思い出のマーニー’ Directed by Hiromasa Yonebayashi
Upon being sent to live with relatives in the countryside due to an illness, an emotionally distant adolescent girl becomes obsessed with an abandoned mansion and infatuated with a girl who lives there - a girl who may or may not be real.
Studio Ghibli Hakuhodo DY Media Partners KDDI Mitsubishi Motors Corporation Nippon Television Network Corporation
Omoide no Mânî, Коли Мані була тут, Kada je Marni bila tu, Omoide no Mani, Коли Марні була тут, Спогади Мані, Marnie – min hemmelige venninne, Omoide no Marnie
CW: indirect abuse reference
It's so easy to feel like you don't have a family. One small thing, one small moment, can rupture bonds that we're told hold tighter and stronger than any other. Family is so fragile, because the promise inherent in every story told about families is so profound. Anything can shatter that impossible illusion. It can be the perception that your mother is being paid to have you, or it can be the way your father yelled that one time, or it can be... worse things. For queer or trans kids, of course, all other things being equal, family tends to be even more fragile than for straight and cisgender kids. Surrounded by images that tell us…
Beautiful. Too bad Ghibli never made any more movies after this. None whatsoever.
UPDATE: READ MY FULL REVIEW ON TIME OUT
It’s fitting that the last Studio Ghibli film for the foreseeable future is a simple, elegiac story about a young woman who learns the power of *drawing* from the past.
no, it's not Miyazaki or Takahata, but it's the next best thing.
on my way out of the movie, I saw an old woman walk directly into a wall because she was crying so hard. she seemed okay.
#FrozenFever
Me watching this: are they… you kno-
Studio ghibli: [punches me in the stomach] no
Have you ever been unhappy with everyone and yourself but don’t know why? Alone because you either hurt the ones who come close or because you choose it to be that way. Nothing they do upsets you, you’re just upset with the world around you. You feel just there, not depressed, not happy. There like a tree. You feel like crying because you don’t whose fault it is. It can’t be anyone else’s. Something has to be wrong with you. So you end up hating who you are. No one listens to you, no one hears you, but you hardly share anyways. You’ve usually been comfortable with who you are, you’re on the outside, solitaire But today the sting is…
