Grave Of The Fireflies
I was introduced to the amazing Studio Ghibli Spirited Away, and since then have come to expect high quality of any of his movies. I was not disappointed by Grave of the Fireflies. That is the harsh effects of war on the innocent and the ignorant, the film is completely sweet and utterly heartbreaking.
Located in what I consider to be World War II Japan, which follows the (bad) luck of a young boy and his sister soon after the destruction of his village. In mourning and suddenly responsible, the child strives to preserve the middle of the innocence of his sister, the trauma of conflict. Unable to cope
with the brutal intrusion of the world grew gradually retreat to an idyllic childhood, where the struggle for life is a game.
Perfectly capture the innocence and joy of childhood, the filmmakers move us even further by placing children in a harsh and unfriendly world, and the final tragedy manages to be both emotionally shocking and sadly inevitable - firefly burning bright, but briefly. A film that made us laugh out loud one minute and crying through her throat tightened as follows.
Beautiful, terrible, remarkable. But be careful, you’ll want to leave it a while before we see it again.

