There’s this one anime film that never fails to be very powerful for me, and even though it’s really good and totally worth watching again… it’s sort of hard for me to revisit even when I want to. This film is none other than Studio Ghibli’s Grave of the Fireflies. I’m sure many of you reading this have watched it too and have also shed more than a couple of tears by the end of it.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not that much of a crybaby that I’m scared of revisiting the emotional experience. But even though I can go back to animated films that thrive on making its viewers shed manly tears (like the western animated film, the original The Land Before Time), Grave of the Fireflies doesn’t just invoke feelings of depression onto the viewer, it thrives on irritation as well.