This year I went on a mini anime movie binge. It turned out I had barely seen any anime movies whatsoever and was in dire need of adding some more to that list. There were two that stood out amongst those I watched. The first was Akira, the anime I started this entire 12 days project with. The second? *sniff* Grave of the *sniffle* Fireflies.
I’ve never been a person for the classic tear-jerker series , such as the Key dorama series. Drama annoys me but those series that try to open your tear ducts annoy me even more. Although there’s many reasons why I don’t like these series, one thing that I kept falling back on was the fact that they were totally unsuccessful in their task. I never cried. I might get a bit sad but my eyes never watered. It’s not just these classic tear-jerker series that I didn’t like. Even when it came to my favourite characters dying tragically, I would never shed a tear. I’d feel pretty damn sad about the whole affair but I never came close to crying. Heck, I didn’t even cry at Bambi. I was left with the belief that I was to go through my whole life with my heart of stone.
Then came Grave of the Fireflies, which I swear could be accurately described as created solely for the purpose of treating people like me. People whos’ hearts were so harsh and cruel that the idea of even a bit of eye-watering seemed to alien to them. Before I watched Grave of the Fireflies I thought the first series that achieved that miracle of breaking that dry period would simply result in maybe a single solitary tear dripping down my cheek, with me doing the classic reaction of ‘huh? Why am I crying?’. But no, when I watched Grave of the Fireflies I bawled. I sobbed like a big fucking baby, face buried in a cushion. Grave of the Fireflies cracked the heart of stone. I’m not sure if I should be grateful for this or not but it was certainly a moment in my anime life worth remembering.