a bath house for gods?

January 16, 2011 § Leave a comment

spirited away was one of the most amusing, mind bending animations that i saw. the movie attracts different types of audience in terms of age, and level of understanding. you can watch the movie as a fantasy movie with a hint of pure love and end up loving the movie, at the same time you can see it as an intellectual animation with variety of subliminal messages and metaphors, and end up loving it.

the story was told as a simple rite of passage story like alice in wonderland and home alone on the surface. however, hidden in the context you could find hints to a few issues like polluting the rivers, generation conflicts and such, as well as highlighting the lost values of the society and human beings, and the shift towards anti-values like greed and gluttony. throughout the movie there were multiple instances of degrading the human as individual and society, like their reeking, eating like pigs, and their indifference towards their destiny.

hayao miyazaki is a well-known japanese director and artist, with a long list of watch worthy animations like princess mononoke, my neighbor totoro, howl’s moving castle and of course spirited away.

the ending title is nicely accompanied by youmi kimura’s “always with me” song.

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somewhere, a voice calls, in the depths of my heart
may i always be dreaming, the dreams that move my heart
so many tears of sadness, uncountable through and through
i know on the other side of them i’ll find you
everytime we fall down to the ground we look up to the blue sky above
we wake to it’s blueness, as for the first time
though the road is long and lonely and the end far away, out of sight
i can with these two arms embrace the light
as I bid farewell my heart stops, in tenderness I feel
my silent empty body begins to listen to what is real
the wonder of living, the wonder of dying
the wind, town, and flowers, we all dance one unity
somewhere a voice calls in the depths of my heart
keep dreaming your dreams, don’t ever let them part
why speak of all your sadness or of life’s painfull woes
instead let the same lips sing a gentle song for you
the whispering voice, we never want to forget,
in each passing memory always there to guide you
when a miror has been broken, shattered pieces scattered on the ground
glimpses of new life, reflected all around
window of beginning, stillness, new light of the dawn
let my silent, empty body be filled and reborn
no need to search outside, nor sail across the sea
cause here shining inside me, it’s right here inside me
i’ve found a brightness, it’s always with me

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