Absolutely phenomenal film about the things we like to remember and the things we can't help but forget. Time and memory, the past and present, dream and reality flowing in and out of each other, flirting at the edges, eventually sharing the same frame. Every time I watch a new Obayashi film I feel invigorated, like I have this fresh love for the medium. I don't think we deserve a filmmaker as good as him.
Something like an Ozu-ish live-action cartoon, still and balanced setups disrupted by wild physicality. One of the best films about the ways in which children interpret wartime trauma and nationalistic fervor through play. The ending is devastating and profoundly haunting. Obayashi is a master of masters.
The real battle royale this summer isn't between Batman and Superman, or between Captain America and Iron Man, or between the X-Men and the purple guy. It's over the soul of blockbuster cinema. Marvel has clearly staked its claim, and DC announced its own perspective rather loudly a few months ago. The latter made a film which, while admittedly convoluted, was at least a stab at something grandiose and new. It didn't make logical sense, but it felt like it…
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In my review of Captain America: Civil War two years ago, I likened the MCU to a bottomless pit. These movies, even the fun ones, ultimately fail because none of them can end. They can't tell complete stories, always forced to conclude with a tease of continuation. It's been ten years since the jump into the pit, and we've just kept on falling. Infinity War was marketed with the promise of finally hitting bottom. Hilariously, they couldn't even pull that…