japanese-mythology

My son’s first Miyazaki, and—with apologies to everyone who’s been telling me for twenty-odd years—mine too. Enjoyed the unhurriedness: no villain, no ticking clock, no third-act lesson, just Chihiro earning her courage by the minute. Watching it with an eight-year-old turned out to be the antidote to arriving at canon late, burdened by other people’s readings. The boy had no readings, just a quiet “wow” at the train across the water. Now we have the rest of the shelf to work through.