Blade Runner (Ridley Scott, 1982)

Quite an experience to live in fear, isn’t it?

What happens when you enter a cinematic world that is so thoroughly realized that nothing bars your absorption into its fiction? It gains the unique quality of seeming like a much shorter film than it actually is! By the time Blade Runner ends, it always feels like I’ve been watching for twenty minutes, rather than just short of two hours. Dazzled by its daring and still-unsurpassed visual representation of a rain-slick, blimp-festooned neo-noir Los Angeles.

The Tale of the Princess Kaguya (Isao Takahata, 2013)

Fly me to the moon (spoiler notice)

When thinking back to Ghibli’s The Tale of the Princess Kaguya, my memories of it are quite agreeable. I was touched by Kaguya’s fall from free spirit to caged bird, amused by her adoptive father’s rise from honest bamboo chopper to fumbling would-be courtier. It’s strange, because the actual experience of watching the film was much different – plodding & overlong.