The Wind is Rising

Watching most of Hayao Miyazaki’s movies over the last month was some sort of revelation.

There’s something about the style and aesthetic that struck a cord with me.

Partially, I’m sure I’m just being surprised by what is a well-understood aesthetic in Japanese culture.

But it was noteworthy to me to feel a certain level of incompleteness going back to a recent movie by Pixar, a production company I would consider on the cutting edge of American animation.

There’s something about the tone of these Miyazaki movies that seem to strike a cord with me. I appreciate my friend who strongly suggested I watch these movies.

You can see, perhaps, how much I am trying to understand what it is I love about these movies.. I’m trying to do the same

The music is phenomenal. Joe Hisaishi is a revelation. There’s something about the simplicity of his melodies, their playfulness, and their willingness to step to the side and give the film room to breathe.

There’s something about the stories, that always follow an individual discovering a world or overcoming a challenge.

The Wind Rises especially struck a cord with me. There’s something beautiful about Jiro’s struggle to build airplanes. His “beautiful dreams”, despite their potential use as destructive weapons of war.

I haven’t digested it all, and that’s ok.

There’s something here that’s remarkable, and I’m glad to have delved into this world.

The wind is rising. We must try to live.