Words cannot describe the feeling that I had while watching this movie. I remember as a child seeing this on CN late at night, along with a few other wonderful movies. However this one struck home with me the most. I remember pressing my face up close to the screen, I had the volume down really low because my mother had yelled at me from my bedroom. She told me to turn it down, she was really tired. But I watched it all, wide eyed and amazed. I was only seven or eight then, but did that movie take a piece of my heart when it was over. I could only sit and think after watching that movie, my brain as a child couldn't handle what I had just seen.
I watched the movie six or eight more times, or whenever I could get my hands on a DVD of it. After that I stopped watching it, and let it gather dust on the shelf of my mind. My life went on and I no longer pondered the meaning of the movie, it no longer had a place in my constant thoughts. I let it drift away with the rest of my child life, and went on to my first year of high school. Though secretly, that movie stuck with me.
Today I had been wandering the shelves of my local Hastings, my hands dragging along the shelves as I looked about the place. I was becoming bored, when I stopped. A movie case had caught my eye. It was spirited away, a film that had so much influence over my life as a child. I had forgotten it, I left it simply fade away. It all came back to me in a burst of memories, of my childhood. I grabbed it and told, no demanded, that my father would watch it with me. He brushed it off as being some silly anime movie full of boys with glowing hair and oddly colored eyes. But I persisted and he cracked.
We sat down today and watched it from start to finish, and I have to say that I worked some magic on my father. He watched it, he laughed, and he was silent at the end. I could only stand up and quietly walk to the back of the house to cry to myself. It really struck close to home, as a child I had always been forced to transfer from place to place, or move from parent to parent. My parents are divorced, and it often forced me to change and meet new people. I was scared, upset and often found myself crying at this. However this movie secretly taught me not to be afraid, that change was sometimes good. That to make a friend, you had to leave a friend. It taught me that it was okay to be scared, but not to fear change its self.
Today I was finally able to understand it, and I started crying again in front of my dad. And for once, he didn't make a comment or make a joke. He understood why I was crying, and actually let it go. He told me that it was alright, and I was able to stop crying.
Spirited away is one of those special movies that I hold close to my heart. Its something that I hope to show one day to my kids, to give them that same sense of awe that I gave to my father today. For those of you who haven't seen this movie, I hope that this long-ass essay of emotions has convinced you to see this. For those of you who have, great job in having wonderful tastes in movies.
And you know what? My father actually agreed to watching more of Miyazaki's films. Tomorrow, I hope to show him Ponyo.
Oh and Shadow, you better not like this...you freaking stalker. Yeah, I can see you liking my posts all of the time, and it fills up my alert box.
Stalker.
I watched the movie six or eight more times, or whenever I could get my hands on a DVD of it. After that I stopped watching it, and let it gather dust on the shelf of my mind. My life went on and I no longer pondered the meaning of the movie, it no longer had a place in my constant thoughts. I let it drift away with the rest of my child life, and went on to my first year of high school. Though secretly, that movie stuck with me.
Today I had been wandering the shelves of my local Hastings, my hands dragging along the shelves as I looked about the place. I was becoming bored, when I stopped. A movie case had caught my eye. It was spirited away, a film that had so much influence over my life as a child. I had forgotten it, I left it simply fade away. It all came back to me in a burst of memories, of my childhood. I grabbed it and told, no demanded, that my father would watch it with me. He brushed it off as being some silly anime movie full of boys with glowing hair and oddly colored eyes. But I persisted and he cracked.
We sat down today and watched it from start to finish, and I have to say that I worked some magic on my father. He watched it, he laughed, and he was silent at the end. I could only stand up and quietly walk to the back of the house to cry to myself. It really struck close to home, as a child I had always been forced to transfer from place to place, or move from parent to parent. My parents are divorced, and it often forced me to change and meet new people. I was scared, upset and often found myself crying at this. However this movie secretly taught me not to be afraid, that change was sometimes good. That to make a friend, you had to leave a friend. It taught me that it was okay to be scared, but not to fear change its self.
Today I was finally able to understand it, and I started crying again in front of my dad. And for once, he didn't make a comment or make a joke. He understood why I was crying, and actually let it go. He told me that it was alright, and I was able to stop crying.
Spirited away is one of those special movies that I hold close to my heart. Its something that I hope to show one day to my kids, to give them that same sense of awe that I gave to my father today. For those of you who haven't seen this movie, I hope that this long-ass essay of emotions has convinced you to see this. For those of you who have, great job in having wonderful tastes in movies.
And you know what? My father actually agreed to watching more of Miyazaki's films. Tomorrow, I hope to show him Ponyo.
Oh and Shadow, you better not like this...you freaking stalker. Yeah, I can see you liking my posts all of the time, and it fills up my alert box.
Stalker.
my favorite Miyazaki movie has to be Whispers of the Heart y'know the one movie nobody knows what is about but me yeaaaah...
