Porco Rosso ★★★★½

Funny how in my mind this is one of the more straightforward, good-time Ghibli films but it’s still wrestling with Miyazaki’s dreamy love of fighter planes (see: the joy Fio takes in drawing up the designs for Marco’s new craft) and how much that’s complicated by the reality of their usage, such as Marco’s flying constantly being contextualised by war.

There’s also the slow creep of Mussolini’s fascism in the background, and how it threatens to engulf the rowdy, anarchic but overall joyous community of pilots in the Adriatic. In that way it feels like the the antipasti before the heavier meal of The Wind Rises, which agonises more over the destructive power of these creations and the tyrants who would wield it.

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