Grave Of The Fireflies Roger Ebert ✓

The story is brutally simple. After their mother is horrifically burned to death in a firebombing—her bandaged, maggot-ridden body a shocking image for any medium, let alone animation—Seita and Setsuko move in with a distant aunt. The aunt is not a monster. She is worse: she is practical. As rations shrink and the war effort fails, her kindness curdles into passive-aggressive resentment. “You eat our rice but do nothing for the war,” she seethes. Seita, too proud and too young to beg, takes his sister to live in an abandoned bomb shelter.

There are films that entertain you, films that challenge you, and then there is Grave of the Fireflies . This is not a film that you “like” or “enjoy.” It is a film that you survive . And having survived it, you are never quite the same. grave of the fireflies roger ebert

Grave of the Fireflies is not anti-Japanese or anti-American. It is anti-war in the deepest sense: not as a political slogan, but as a visceral, tactile horror. It argues that war is not fought by soldiers. War is fought by children sucking on marbles. War is fought by mothers burning to death in their own homes. War is a firefly that flickers beautifully for a moment, then is crushed underfoot. The story is brutally simple