Some of the most claustrophobic, nauseating and disorienting digital images I’ve seen, this gnarled and jagged editing contrasting with the sheer brilliance of then sun. That which gives all life and can incinerate it all in a second. What Boyle achieves here is nothing short of immense, this kind of grand, overly ambitious and, yes, sentimental sci-fi that’s also direct, focused, and overwhelming in its chamber-like terror. The bleakest and most desperate sci-fi, beauty in annihilation, only gives me life out of sheer force of will.

and the chip stain grease won’t come out of the bath

‘Lynch recalls having a happy childhood’ - wikipedia

*absolute fucking dickhead voice* Calling this an anti-war movie is absurd. In theory, it's an anti-idiocy movie, but Takahata bungles even that, turning both kids into martyrs for whom our hearts are meant to bleed.

It’s so easy to forget that the numbers in textbooks, on government reports, were real people like you. Some of them loved fruit drops and rice balls. It’s easy forget this based on real memoirs. It’s easy to forget that Takahata himself survived a US air raid at the age of nine. It’s easy to forget than none of this had to happen.