In a nod to Mark Twain, who in 1897 was contacted by an English journalist responding to rumors of the author’s death— prompting Twain to reply, in part, “The report of my death was an exaggeration” — I viewed famed Japanese animator Hayao Miyazaki’s announced retirement, upon completing 2013’s masterful The Wind Rises, with a raised eyebrow.
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| After discovering that a pesky heron actually is a dwarfish little man magically garbed like a bird, young Mahito grudgingly agrees to let this creature be his guide during an enchanted mission. |
And while this just-released new film also arrives with the renewed insistence that it will be Miyazaki’s swan song, I remain dubious. He’s “only” 82 years old, which — should he change his mind yet again — gives him plenty of time for at least one more.
All this said, The Boy and the Heron does have the somewhat somber atmosphere of a farewell: a summing-up of the autobiographical touches; Lewis Carroll-style mischief; dream-like confusion; colorful blends of wonder and danger; and gentle, real-world warnings that have been hallmarks in all of Miyazaki’s films.
On top of which, this new film is a treat for the senses: old-style, hand-drawn animation that dazzles in a manner CGI has yet to deliver. We marvel at the wind-blown sweep of tall grass in a massive field, the savory intensity of purple jam on bread — you’d swear we smell the fruit — and the palpable confusion of the story’s young protagonist, Mahito (voiced by Soma Santoki), as he plunges into a senses-confounding trip through a metaphorical looking-glass.
But that comes later. Miyazaki’s film opens on its most harrowing sequence, in the chaos of 1943’s war-time Tokyo. Mahito awakens late one night, to the scream of sirens and fluttering embers of ash filling the air, because a nearby hospital has been fire-bombed. Knowing that his mother, Hisako, is working a late shift there, the boy scrambles in panic — the “camera” following him suspensefully, as he races back and forth to his bedroom, initially having forgotten to dress — and then pursues equally alarmed neighbors, as they all rush toward the hospital.
Where Mahito is just in time to see his mother engulfed.
Except ... Hisako doesn’t seem to perish in the expected manner, instead somehow bonding with the flames.




