Watched Grave of the Fireflies last night with Obi. I've had a copy of the movie for a long while now, before Ondoy hit Manila, to be exact, and I'm really sorry I had to wait this long to watch the movie.
The story takes place during the carpet bombing of Japan. It tells the story of brother and sister, Seita and Setsuko, as they struggled to survive the war on their own.
I'm ashamed to say I cried a river watching this movie. I don't think anybody with half a heart will be able to stop themselves from feeling something while watching this movie.
For a young boy to try to protect his younger sister from devastating news, have to endure the constant nagging of a supposedly nice aunt, and fend for himself and his younger sister is just too much for a kid to handle. I couldn't help but feel for Seita all throughout the movie.
It just hurt a lot when it got to the part where Setsuko died. Even in her delirious, near-death state, she thought of Seita. She made mud riceballs and offered them to Seita. Although Seita brought nutritious food for Setsuko that fateful evening, it was too late for her and she died.
Watching Seita sleeping beside the already dead Setsuko was just heartbreaking. He hugged his sister as if she'd still feel the warmth of his body. He wasn't crying. As if all the recent events had made him numb. I don't think I'd ever want to get to that point.
Honestly, Grave of the Fireflies is a very depressing movie, but it's too good to not watch. It teaches you a lot of things about love and the effects of war. I was thinking if I'd have been any different if I were in Seita's shoes, but the thought depresses me.
Anyway, I found out that there had been two live-action versions of this movie. One was in 2005, at the 60th anniversary of the end of WW2, and in 2008. I found a link to the 2005 version and I'll probably watch it later when I get the chance. I'll get tissues to make sure I don't make a mess when I cry again. Haha.
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