"Sometimes it grieves me that I've never loved anyone."
That moment of silence when Ashitaka dreams is unmatched compared to literally anything fucking ever.
Mononoke is a work that, initially, never left to much of an impression on me. When it came to Miyazaki growing up, Howl’s Moving Castle and Spirited Away were my movies. The ones that made me dream. The ones that burned themselves into my soul. The ones that filled me with wide eyed glee. The ones that hypnotized me with their majesty. With all of…
I feel like I can’t adequately talk about this film without just like…… talking about my life. Hartley’s idiosyncratic look at the world, the people in it, suburban family units, and alienation and isolation… just gets me. On a primal level. In a way that brings tears to my eyes.
Day in and day out I feel lonely, unfulfilled, depressed. I feel trapped and worthless. I feel stupid. I feel aimless. I feel like I don’t know how to change…
OMG what if the abusive homophobic dad….. was gay. Do you get it? Suburbs amirite. Life fucking sucks sometimes. You fucking moron. Let me spell out literally all the fucking symbolism to you.
Not only the worst “film” I’ve ever seen, but hands down one of the worst films ever made. If not THE worst. A screenplay so self-satisfied, so vapid, so disrespectful to to its audience its fucking astounding. A vile, misogynistic, shitstain. An incels wet dream. The plastic…