... now I understand why so many philosophers mention this film. Awesome film.
A contemplative and aesthetically pleasant film which went down well with me.
National and personal trauma needs healing. Makoto Shinkai guides us to find it through art.
"Probably I, too, would have remained trapped by the compulsion to protect the parents and, because it is also pervasive, would not have recognised it as such had I not come in contact with the child within me who appeared late in my life waiting to tell me secrets. She approached me very hesitantly speaking to me in an inarticulate way, but she took me by the hand and she led me into a territory that I had been avoiding all my life because it frightened me. Yet I had to go there. I could not keep on turning my back, for it was my territory. It was my very own territory. It was the place that I have attempted to forget so many years ago, the same place where I had abandoned the child that I once was. There she had to stay alone with her knowledge waiting until someone would come at last to listen to her and to believe her. Now I am standing at an open door, ill-prepared, filled with all the adult's fear of the darkness and malice of the past, but I could not bring myself to close the door and leave that child alone again until my death. Instead, I made a decision: that was to change my life profoundly. To let the child lead me. To put my trust in this nearly autistic being who has survived the isolation of decades." - Alice Miller.
Naturally, upon watching this film, I felt disgusted. However, such cinematic work is a reflection of a period when movies catered for more than just repetitive and superficial entertainment, but as a space for thought and provocation. Here we see what human liminality, cruelty and insanity looks like from Pier Paolo Pasolini's equally complex personality. Combine this film with Come and See (1985).
What did I just watch?
This is even worse than the first one.
So much better than the previous two. This was good entertainment.
I am making an effort to watch this film till the end.
A compelling poetic expression of Christ in the desert and the theme of the relationship between father, mother and son is authentic. There are so many psychological nuances in this film.
Yet another movie on Pearl Harbour filled with cocky boys ugh...
One word to describe this film: shit