Takahata gives us one of the most beautiful and brutal sequences in animation history: the night the siblings capture fireflies to light their cave. The next morning, Setsuko digs a tiny grave for the dead insects. “Why do fireflies die so soon?” she asks. Seita looks at the shovel. He doesn't answer. He is digging graves for his own future.
The film opens with a gut-punch of honesty. We see Seita’s ghost, starving and covered in sores, waiting for death in a Sannomiya train station. We know how it ends before the story even begins. The rest of the movie is a slow, agonizing walk toward that inevitability.
Have you seen Grave of the Fireflies? Did you watch it once, or are you brave enough for a rewatch? Let me know in the comments—but bring tissues.