The Girl Who Leapt Through Time
i find <PERSON> films so hard to review. 3 films in and i’m convinced that if he isn’t already then he’s soon going to become one of my most loved and respected directors. there’s so much quality and heart in his work that i’m at a profound loss for words each and every time because it’s like everything has clicked into place and there’s nothing more that i can possibly have to say about it. this time too i’m stumped for words, stunned into silence and blankly staring and blinking at these words on my computer screen.
it’s something about how <PERSON>’s hair flutters in the wind, how an arcing baseball lands squarely into a gloved hand, how a mysterious painting stares right into your soul, how the boy you love leans into a long overdue embrace with you. i don’t need to know the nature of <PERSON>’s relationship with the painting, because i suspect i’m developing a very similar relationship with this film.
“No matter how far away it was... 80
No matter where it was... No matter how dangerous it would be... I wanted to see it. That’s all I wanted. I wanted to remember it for all my life.” 178