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This world is immense; as we travel upon perimeters laid out by the world, we fulfill our innate desire. However, as we seek the ends of this domain, we place ourselves so far we inevitably come full circle to one another—leaving only a snapshot of its merit, a photograph, a section of this corner of the world forever inscribed on us.
Ishizuka's first feature film, Goodbye, Donglees!, broadly serves as a passion project from a remnant message in Sora Yori…
Memories come falling like sprinkling rain—droplets forming a puddle into the mind of our youth. Nostalgic torment, inadequacy at the perils of family troubles, and school embarrassment. The growth of our ego—not merely at the hands of children but adults.
Only Yesterday's delicate nature of reminiscing lies primarily in its influence. Adapted from a short story of an eleven-year-old girl as she goes through life as a fifth-grader in 1966, Takahata recasts the story completely, eagerly using adulthood to portray…
Permanence realization. Spirit itself transcends time when music and animation muster to churn out a maximalist blazing wonder of vigor—truly worth every ounce of hardship. A story is not merely worth telling because it is profound but because it brings us together. A perspective we never imagined, conceived or accepted. Unfettering the limitations of multigenerational suffering—our culture is power, eclectic power actualized by the persistence of our expression—a crescendo striking and leaving us in utter silence. If you're not ready…
A lonesome and mysterious witch, stick and broom whiz by the pale blue sky split between a shimmering skyline. Thrilling and admirable in the scope of reality — profession pales in comparison to the zealous hustle of a young girl. Heed by these affairs and bustle forth, employ them hereafter and by no means play leeward to the ordinary — for commonplace is the best place.
Magic is a headspace, entailing the essence of what makes the desolate travels of…