~ auteur hex girl ~
vhs zoomer, no taste but bad taste, wkw's goth wife
Obvious testicles aside (there are genitals in this movie and every single Tanuki has them), this is Studio Ghibli in its most Bambified yet environmentally hackled state. The ire of Mother Nature, the entity which the studio regards so often as an unspeaking but magical guardian, summoned from the wheat and cherry bushes against the industrializing modern Earth. In a way, it feels weird to know the company it belongs to; aurically, it feels like the naughtier vengeful brother breed to the Ghibli that most know as being spiritually egalitarian. Animals never back down.
One of the definitive movies about hating yourself, hating everyone, hating the person you were/are/will be, being the walking disaster of your family, being a failure and pretending to live with it because all you can do is fail, rejecting whatever positives you have in your life because you don’t deserve them, giving up, being given up on, living with anger and regret in your heart, and placing physical damages on yourself and your life that will never heal again. I’m sorry to anyone who relates to this the way I have. Maybe one day the bough will break and we can fix ourselves.