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Virtually overnight, Spirited Away went from being shown in perhaps 8 theaters in the U.S. to about 2,000. Like some teachers who feel that it's their job to repress any inquisitive and imaginative thought, Hollywood does its best to promote the dungheap while scooting the shiny jewels under the carpet. But hey, even the little guy wins over Goliath now and then, and this jewel got its due by both critics and the underground audience (even mole-people have their cineplexes!). Spirited Away is yanked from the mind of insanely talented Hayao Miyazaki, possibly the best traditional animated artist alive today. While we've begun to take computer animated films for granted, Miyazaki still manages to put Pentium 4's to shame with mere ink and paper — it's that beautiful. This movie follows in the veins of one of my favorite genres, "weird fantasy". You know, when someone from our world accidentally discovers a door, or a bathroom stall, or a magical peach cobbler that somehow transports them to a bold and daring world quite unlike ours. Think Alice in Wonderland, The Chronicles of Narnia, or even Labyrinth (although David Bowie's musical numbers are less bold and daring and more bald and dumpy). The heroine of Spirited Away is Chihiro (Daveigh Chase), who gets trapped in a mystical Japanese land when her dense parents let their curiosity walk them into near certain death. (In a side note, isn't it odd that movies equally reward and punish curiosity, depending on what kind of film you're in? If I knew I was in a horror flick, I'd never walk down that dark alley, but I probably would if I was in a superhero flick, because then I could kiss Wonder Woman upside-down in the pouring rain). It's difficult to explain this new world Chihiro explores, mostly because the film isn't heavy on exposition. I can try, but you're going to laugh and shake your head in a photogenic manner because this really sounds whacked unless you just experience it on screen. Basically, Chihiro discovers her parents have been turned into nasty pigs (serves them right, dragging their daughter into another dimension without concern for her safety). She ends up working at a massive bath house that services all manner of ghosts and monsters, while trying to figure out how to transform her parents back into themselves and get them all safely home. It's best if you don't strain yourself too hard trying to figure this all out. You've got a hernia to care for, and I'm concerned about you. Instead, do as I did: just sit back and feel bewildered and astounded as Chihiro (given a slave name of "Sen") tries to make sense of it all and stay alive. The world of Spirited Away isn't ever fully explained — where they are, how and why everything is the way it is — but it's truly magnificent in its oddity, beauty and scope. There's a wide variety of fantastic critters, from a six-legged boiler caretaker, to dozens of cute little soot creatures, to a cranky baby bigger and thicker than most professional wrestlers. This is also the only film where you'll see a chunky mouse being constantly helicoptered around by a tiny bird, and your life will be filled with laughter because of it. Dude, flying fat rodents are FUNNY! Then there's the world itself, a blending of Japanese culture, magic and emotion. In fact, this is one of those rare films where the soundtrack just stills itself from time to time, to let your senses properly focus on the visual. I took a particular shine to the ghost train (a regular train that services ghostly visions) that would run on tracks barely under the surface of the ocean itself. In not explaining everything to the viewer, Spirited Away gives a much greater gift: that of a free imagination to wonder and wander about. Sure, you could always err on the side of predictability and go for something decidedly less foreign, but I'd pity you for not having this journey.
Imagine being from, oh, let's say Bangkok, and having never, ever heard the story of Alice in Wonderland. The first time someone describes a cat that vanishes to leave just a hovering smile, a hookah-smoking giant caterpillar, and the queen of a race of playing card people enjoying a nice game of flamingo croquet, you're likely to nod politely and start feeling around for the pieces of your exploded skull (can you nod politely without a head? Does bowing the stump of your neck count?). The kinds of suspension of logic required to enjoy that kind of story require you to either have learned it when you were a child, and didn't have any logical objection to Alice growing and shrinking as her diet changed, or you have to be on powerful narcotics. Spirited Away is very much Japan's Alice in Wonderland, and I am very much a young man from Thailand. Having almost no cultural reference points to work from, Spirited Away simply immerses you in the story of Chihiro, an insolent and grouchy little girl whose parents are indeed turned into giant, horrifying pigs because they eat the food of spirits without asking. Chihiro nearly croaks right off the bat because she doesn't know one of a zillion rules required to survive the spirit world as a mortal, until she's saved by Haku, a wandering dragon-boy who alternately cares for her and treats her like garbage, depending on where they happen to be together. One of the problems with this movie, at least, from a North American point of view, is that you have no guidelines to work from. Is there a reason Chihiro can't be seen on the bridge when she holds her breath? Why does the stink demon turn into a river spirit, and why does the river spirit have a funky skull head and a hundred feet of body? Can Noh-Face enter the bathhouse without an invitation? And why does he go stark raving mad when he does? As Westerners, we at least take some comfort in knowing what a British tea party IS, so when the Mad Hatter comes along and starts singing about Unbirthdays, we understand why it's strange and funny. Here in Spirited Away, one constantly gets the feeling that there's a set of rules being broken, but we have no idea what those rules are. ("Hm. I've got this foul piece of sludge that the river god gave me. I must have to feed it to the bloated demon eating all the frog people!") However, this is not exactly a complaint, just a warning. This movie is also flights of wonderful fancy and fairy tale love, beautiful scenery and captivating music. The characters are as absolutely unforgettable as they are strange, and the story becomes a moral fable about growing up to meet the challenges of an incomprehensible world. Chihiro's evolution from a whiny, screechy little brat to a composed and brave little girl is gradual, believeable, and fun. Spirited Away is admittedly not for everyone. It certainly wasn't for everyone in my little movie group last weekend, we had reactions all over the spectrum. But it's charming, it's largely harmless, and it's extremely memorable. Kind of like your first pink elephant sighting. Enjoy... but carefully.
Imagine, if you will, (cause I know I did) a room full of gifted animators, possibly a large barrel of distilled spirits, and a lot of doodling on the cocktail napkins amidst inevitable giggling and falling out of chairs. (Incidentally, an eerily similar event occurred at Justin's wedding reception — although sadly we had no alcohol to use as an excuse.) In any event, someone throws out the Japanese equivalent of, "Go nuts, Dudes!", the animators all scream, "HAI! Brilliant!" and thus are created some of the most bizarre creatures seen on film outside of a Farscape episode. "But what shall we do with our new friends?" one of them hiccups brightly. "I know!" the guy on his left bellows. "Send them to a health spa for rest and rej- renj- rejuvnir- to take baths!" They all fall over each other in fits of drunken hilarity. Granted, it isn't that funny, but in their state it's the height of absolute comedic genius. This sets off a chain reaction of ideas that can only come from the terminally inebriated. "Turn the parents into *snort* pigs!" "Make this one into a hamster!" "Ah, look at poor copy editor Nomuri over there, blowing chow in the corner. We need vomiting scenes to commemorate this most auspicious occasion!" "Hai!" "Hai!" And so it goes. Due to a strange and hysterically funny series of events that I'm too lazy to make up for you — but trust me it would have been a really awesome story! — the cocktail napkin adventures are transferred onto film and marketed to the public to great acclaim and not a little bit of confusion. Then Disney gets involved and things really get goofy. (Pun not intended.) Now, I'll tell you quite honestly that I watched Spirited Away over a month before I started writing this review. It took that long to... well, recover isn't the right word, but it's probably as close as I can come in the English language. But you know, I liked it. I did. Generally speaking, I prefer a little more sense in my nonsense (Terry Pratchett is my hero) but by the end of the movie, most things had fallen into place. Kinda sorta. And you can't beat the quality of this animation. You really can't. Just ask copyeditor Nomuri. Give him a few aspirin too while you're at it.
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While his latest works have used limited computer animation to enhance scenes, Hayao Miyazaki remains a traditional animator, hand-drawing thousands of cells for his movie personally -- up to 70% of each film. His style appears distinctly hand-crafted (a look as distinctively Japanese as the "organic" surface textures of an ancient teacup). Recurring themes in his films include a child's alienation/orphanation in a big world, environmentalism, and Japanese mysticism. Intermission! [some sources: IMDb]
Although Hayao Miyazaki had considered retiring after completing Princess Mononoke, he was inspired to make this film after seeing a friend's sullen ten year old daughter. Groovy Quotes
Zeniba: [after turning Boh into a mouse] There. Your body matches your brain.
Zeniba: Nothing that happens, is ever forgotten, even if you can't remember it.
Zeniba: [Giving Chihiro a hair tie] It will protect you. It's made from the threads your friends wove together.
Chihiro: Daddy, are we lost?
Chihiro: I finally get a bouquet and it's a goodbye present. That's depressing. Aogaeru: Welcome the rich man, he's hard for you to miss. His butt keeps getting bigger, so there's plenty there to kiss! Frog Spirit: Roasted newt! DVD Review
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