Rarely do movies strike an emotional chord in me. I love watching movies and have set up a good collection of movies over the years. I can summarize my need for watching movies under three umbrellas, entertainment, technical / artistic merit and lastly to tickle the emotions. A number of movies are able to satisfy the first 2 aspects for me but rarely do they indulge my emotions. It could partly be because I couldn’t care less for on screen emotions when there is shit going on around in the real world.
But then there are movies like “Nights of Cabiria” or “The Bicycle Thief” that are simple in their premise but extremely poignant. I suppose it is because they revolve around events in one character’s life while the world goes on as usual around them. I guess the normalcy of the environment keeps the distractions away and gets me more involved with the story at hand. Rarely do movies achieve this. To achieve dramatic effect, people tend to push the surroundings selectively to conspire for or against the story being told. This distances me from the story and I merely become an observer unwilling to believe the situation the characters are in. Drama is good some times, I am not arguing against it, it is just that I don’t get involved when things are dramatic for the sake of being so.
Recently, I watched Hotaru no Haka (Grave of the Fireflies), it blew my mind.
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grave of the fireflies
Some spoilers in the following passages: The movie deals with the side effect of war and focuses on the life of two kids. As a result of the war and frequent air raids, the kids lose their home and family and consequently suffer for the basic needs of food and shelter. Nii-Chan the brother is the strong one. He faces up to the adversities and does everything possible to protect his sister. When their mother dies, he keeps it to himself and tells tall tales to keep his sister amused (she is a little girl and want to go back to her mother). But he cannot restrain himself when Setsuko casually remarks, while clearing bugs (fireflies) from their shelter, how their mother is in a similar grave. The movie jumps from such a strongly emotional moment to a very light poetry like passage full of giggles and laughter – they are still kids after all…
At times, the background turns entirely transparent, we get so used to the war in the background that we become de-sensitized. Much like how I feel when watching footage of bombings and murders and deaths on news networks. After the opening sequence, the war never bothers you any more, it is the story of the kids that draws you in. The animation is not spectacular (at-least not by today’s standard), but that is really not the point, it hits home when it matters. I nearly cried watching the movie (and I don’t mind admitting that) and I am glad I watched the show.