Last night, to my sheer delight, The Boyfriend and I took advantage of his one-month trial of Netflix and watched Hayao Miyazaki's "Ponyo." I've seen "Howl's Moving Castle" and loved "Spirited Away," but a friend told me that while "Ponyo" was good, it was much more childish. Well call me childish, but it took all of two minutes for me to fall utterly in love with this film. Rainbow bubbles beneath the sea? A little school of Ponyos? A darling love story (a pure love story)? I'm in heaven. It was bright, magical, innocent, and profound in its simplicity. The animation is striking, vivid, and left me not only in awe, but wishing it could go on forever. I love that there is no limit to Miyazaki's imagination and no physical boundaries to his creativity — if he dreams it, he draws it. Please, Mr. Miyazaki: keep dreaming, keep drawing, and keep me in heaven.
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