eliza’s review published on Letterboxd:
“But running didn’t help anything.
Because it meant that I wasn’t there anymore.
That’s the same as no-one being there.”
Couldn’t bear staying away from this for too long, I just had to see it again. I hate myself a lot less today than I did yesterday, and the many days before. Looking at myself in the mirror is a bit easier; glancing at my body doesn’t inspire a loathing in the way it usually does. There are a number of things that likely contribute to this sentiment, but I believe I owe a lot of it to this film. By supposing Shinji’s predilection for self-exile as not only an avoidable mindset, but one that should be actively prevented in the hopes of leading a fuller existence, Evangelion synthesizes an encouraging thesis by which to live. A world in which no-one can feel — and by extension, no one can hurt — is pointless. Hurt only validates the connections we make (or abstain from making); the hurt is why we’re here. It’s why I’m here, and why I will continue to be here.