No number of superlatives that I could laud upon Hayao Miyazaki’s My Neighbor Totoro could convey the amount of joy that it brings me, but I’ll throw out a few anyway. It’s Miyazaki’s finest work! It’s the best film of 1988! It’s the best animated feature ever made (even better than two other great animated films of ’88: Who Framed Roger Rabbit? and Akira!)! I’ve seen it countless times, but it never loses a bit of its enchanting luster. It invigorates me with the same sense of gleeful pleasure that most people talk about when they describe movies like E.T. and The Wizard of Oz, but I’d gladly take it over either of those two classics. There’s something special and elusive about the wonderland Miyazaki creates, and I think he gets closer to a child’s mindset here than either of those two films do. The main reason for this is probably because Miyazaki doesn’t saddle his movie down with an adult’s unnecessary desire for plot and meaningful action. Don’t get me wrong here: it’s not as if this movie has no plot, but it doesn’t play out in the schematic way that most coming of age films do. There are no big revelations, no momentous life lessons learned, and best of all no superfluous morality. The movie takes place in an overwhelmingly decent world, but it never harps upon that decency, so it feels intrinsic instead of tacked on.
What little plot there is only enhances the emotions at the heart of this character study. Mei and Satsuki, the two little girls at the center of this story, must learn to cope when they move to a new home without their mother, who is ill in a nearby hospital. The movie is as concerned with their encounters with some fanciful woodland creatures (which might be imaginary), headed by Totoro, a flying, giant ball of fur, however. Still, even these scenes are tempered with more intelligence and restraint than you might expect. Their meetings with Totoro and his friends don’t result in the wild adventures of traditional animated movies, but instead gentle realizations of their fantasies that are capable of rekindling a spark of childhood curiosity in even the most hardened viewers. One especially intoxicating scene, which occurs about midway through the film, where the girls plant some magic seeds, is easily one of the most magical in all of moviedom. Other segments of the movie don’t pale much in comparison, however, since the movie maintains a consistently appealing tone, instead of feeling like a series of disconnected set pieces. As the girls wait alone at a bus stop in the dark, or explore the dark attic of their new home, there’s a sense of excitement that’s unmatchable by even the biggest of action movie explosions.
My Neighbor Totoro’s animation is entirely hand-drawn, and at times a bit simple, but it still remarkably effective. Miyazaki’s focus on the wonders of the natural world makes the world that his animators draw come vividly alive. Easily the most impressive aspect of the film, though, is the dynamism of the characters. I don’t think it’s possible that actual children could deliver performances as consistently charming as these drawings do. Every move that Mei and Satsuki make brings them closer to us. Their bent knees and pouting faces make them remarkably endearing, and though the movie is always cute when showing them, never for a moment is it cloying. My Neighbor Totoro might not be a film packed with startling adult insights or great, serious concerns, but it artfully shows how a slightly slanted perspective and openness to one’s imagination can reveal a world filled with endless possibilities. Better than any other film, it captures the glorious innocence of childhood.
* * * * Masterpiece
Subtitles:English – Merged within avi file