Given my admiration for Japanese filmmaker Hayao Miyazaki’s talents, I find it rather odd to be writing this post. I have loved many of his previous films, and was looking forward to seeing Ponyo. I didn’t see it at the theater because I had a newborn at the time it came out, but I patiently waited for it on cable.
Finally it popped up and I eagerly scheduled it to tape on the DVR. Even though I had taped it so that the Munchkin and I could watch it together, for some reason he had little interest in it, and I decided to keep watching it without him.
Unfortunately, I should have followed his lead.
Visually, the movie was completely stunning. I was in awe of Miyazaki’s depiction of the ocean and its denizens, real and fantasy alike.
But then came a little something called the plot.
You see, it is basically a love story about two five year olds.
Sure, you can couch it in whatever other terms you like, but that’s basically what it boils down to. If these two aforementioned kindergarteners can prove that they love each other completely, well then the Earth won’t be destroyed.
So the destiny of the planet hinges on two people who normally can barely decide what they want for dinner, much less choose a lifemate.
I have to admit that the whole thing creeped me out in a BIG way. Did I mention it’s a love story featuring two five year olds? I suppose you could argue that I’m making it more about love than friendship, but that is the way I took it. Hearing their tiny, immature voices professing their undying love for one another is something I wish to never hear again. Ditto Noah Cyrus’ voice, which I found to be completely grating.
I’ll stick with Howl’s Moving Castle, thank you very much.