Stories are dangerous
things. Every time we open a book, sit in a darkened theater, or
watch a film in the privacy of our own living room, we choose to
leave our worlds behind, to become so fully absorbed in the
characters that we almost forget ourselves. We spend hours in their
skin, rejoicing and weeping with them. In a way, we know them.
Whether or not they exist as tangible beings in our world is beside
the point – they have become real.

As Japan erupts in a
storm of firebombs and ash during World War II, Seita and his little
sister Setsuko fight to survive in a place stripped of everything
they once knew to be safe. After losing their mother in an air raid,
the children are sent to live with their aunt, a harsh woman who
chastises them relentlessly and eventually drives them out of the
house with her coldness. Left with only each other, the siblings
build a home for themselves in an abandoned bomb shelter. Seita does
everything he can to provide for himself and Setsuko, but without food or
resources, his efforts are not enough to save them.
Takahata makes it clear
from Seita's first line (“September 21st, 1945. That
was the night I died.”) that our two small heroes will become casualties of the war. In fact, the opening scene ends with Seita and Setsuko's
ghosts leaving an empty train station as symbolic fireflies dot the grass
around them. The scene then switches back to the first air raid and the red haze of firebombs and smoke. Yet in the
midst of chaos, starvation, and broken villages, the story is
full of light. Takahata's depictions of Seita's loyalty and love for
Setsuko are beautiful. At the beach, running through the rain,
sharing fruit drops at the train station, releasing fireflies under
the mosquito net... Seita doing endless flips on the school chin-up
bar to coax a smile from his crying sister... Setsuko weeping over
Seita's bruises after he is caught stealing sugar cane for her... Lovely
scenes, and almost too overwhelming to watch in one sitting. I had to keep hitting pause because I couldn't see the screen through so many tears.

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