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[REVIEW] “Defying Explanation: Hayao Miyazaki’s The Boy and the Heron” by e rathke
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Hayao Miyazaki (director). The Boy and the Heron, 2023. 125 min.
This review contains spoilers.
For me, whatโs perhaps most interesting about The Boy and the Heron is that Hayao Miyazaki is 83 and still innovating, even while he remains defiantly in the twentieth-century tradition of hand-drawn animation.
Early on, we see our protagonist, Mahito, running through Tokyo in an attempt to save his mother from a fire at the hospital she works at. Rather than the traditional Miyazaki style of animation, the lines begin to blur and bend and we lose the realism, the defined figures we all know so well. Even before weโve entered the fantastic in this journey, weโre already experiencing the unreality of real life.
When I was sixteen, I fell 50 feet and managed to survive by pure chance, and then I spent the weekend in a hospital. I didnโt have a concussion, just a broken clavicle. I bring this up because my memories of the fall are non-existent and the memories of the moments preceding the fall also essentially donโt exist. Even most of that weekend is a haze that might as well not have happened, except for this calcified bump right next to my left shoulder.
Mahito losing his mother blurs and burns his own memory of that night. The most real thing that has happened in his life, and yet it becomes unreal. The overwhelming reality of it shatters his own personal reality.
Thus and so, we grow up.
The long journey from Tokyo to his new stepmotherโs family estate (sheโs also, curiously, his dead motherโs sister, already pregnant with his half-sibling) where she forces a level of unwelcome intimacy, which includes making him touch her pregnant belly when his fetal sibling kicks. Once there, the most striking moment of unreality and disequilibrium happens when he sees, down the hall, the caretakers investigating the trunk filled with his belongings.
Thereโs something strangely feral about the appearance of these caretakers in this scene that reminded me of Isao Takahataโs Pom Poko, which is a movie full of Tanuki.
Thereโs something unnerving and unreal, at least on first meeting, about these old women who live on the estate as caretakers. And we must understand that weโre experiencing them through Mahito, who is exhausted from the long journey, possibly still hazy from the knowledge that his nation is at war, that his mother is dead, that his aunt is his new mother and sheโs already pregnant.
Miyazaki is working on several levels throughout this whole movie. Heโs at his most intertextual and referential while also doing something unlike what heโs done before and also giving us his most autobiographical story.
Itโs also, in some ways, his most shocking.
Miyazakiโs movies are often filled with or at least textured by the fantastic, from Princess Mononoke to Porco Rosso, but here, with The Boy and the Heron, heโs using fantasy in a new way. Perhaps the most similar film of his is Spirited Away, where Chihiro tumbles into a fantasy world purely by accident. In The Boy and the Heron, itโs the fantasy world that comes hunting Mahito.
The titular Heron arrives, hunting him, calling for him, and brings chaos with him. As well as waves of magic. When he first speaks to Mahito, croaking out his words, that Mahitoโs mother waits for him, I found it strangely chilling. To taunt a child with the death of his mother is such a wicked and perverse thing to do, it took me time to grapple with what Miyazaki was doing here.
For it is a cruelty and Miyazaki may be brutal but he has never before been cruel.
Terrifying in a way that Iโve never felt from a Miyazaki movie. Itโs a bizarre and confounding moment. The kind of moment Miyazaki has never really gone for, even when the fantastic breaks realityโs veneer.
Chihiro in Spirited Away, for example, just goes along with the fantasy world sheโs stumbled into. Sophie from Howlโs Moving Castle also accepts the magical infiltrating her life with an English or Midwestern stoicism. Mei and Satsuki from My Neighbour Totoro and Sosuke from Ponyo have the wide-eyed childhood embrace and expectation of the magical.
Which keeps the fantastical from being frightening.
But in The Boy and the Heron, with this croaking heron hunting and haunting Mahito, we feel the reality breaking terror that our eleven-year-old protagonist feels. And then, rooted to the spot at the shore, a wave of toads cover him and we fear.
Miyazaki is breaking all the rules, and weโve barely got here.
For a moment, I believed that heโd be taken. That the heron was not a companion but an antagonist. And, in truth, heโs kind of both. As we watch their relationship move past this initial moment, thereโs a brutality to their friendship. A coarseness that chafes at your hands, at your eyes, at your heart.
But the frogs swallowing Mahito also recalls the gooification of Howl. A reminiscence. An echo. Not exactly the same, but a conjuring.
And if this is Miyazakiโs final work, perhaps heโs the Prospero at the heart of this, Mahitoโs great-granduncle who built the tower around a fallen meteor.
Mahito is saved from the Heron, from the frogs, by a piercing arrow shot by his aunt, his new mother, which breaks the spell.
Then thereโs the self-inflicted scar. Mahito smashes his own head with a rock after getting into fights, presumably over class and his outsiderness, which leaves him concussed.
The scar as reminder. As spell. A reminder of who Mahito is, even when the world begins to bend and blur around him.
Entering the tower built by his great-granduncle does break what remains of reality. And this time itโs not the Heron calling him, but the disappearance of his aunt, his new mother, who seems ensorcelled as she leaves the estate to enter the woods.
In my view, itโs her granduncle who pulls her towards him, for he needs an heir, and the heir must be of his bloodline.
A most-unlike-Miyazaki desire if Iโve ever heard one, especially given the sale of Studio Ghibli to Nippon TV after Miyazaki refused to sell the studio to his own son, Goro.
Inside the tower, Mahito meets his own mother, now a teenager, and he meets one of the estateโs caretakers, now a much younger woman. Most importantly, within the tower the world stops following rational logic and causality and sequentiality and begins following the logic of Play.
Rarely have any works attempted this shift and itโs even rarer for it to work, because of the senselessness of it all. Ponyo waves its hands in this direction, but thereโs still a magical understanding of balance and nature there, whereas in The Boy and the Heron we let go completely of any sense of space and time and so on.
It borders Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, which veers too hard into nonsense, but it also borders the surreal dream logic of something like Inception, which is much more often employed when reality begins to break down.
The Boy and the Heronโwell, it defies explanation, in a way. I could sit here and try to explain what I mean by the logic of Play but perhaps the best way to understand is to watch a handful of kids under six years old playing for twenty minutes. Thereโs a rhythm and flow. You feel it. You cannot grasp it, cannot inject yourself into it without breaking what is beautiful there.
We are cursed to age and lose so much magic.
And perhaps the only way to hold onto that magic, that ethereal lightness, that unbridled openness, is to spend time with children, to let their reality-expunging light scorch your soul, marking you forever as a totem that once belonged to their world, to their play, to their imagination and world, to the reality they forged haphazardly, accidentally, yet wilfully, powered into existence by their thrumming make-believe engine.
I sat there dazzled, enraptured, the world sliding around and through me, wholly capturing me, captivating me, howling through me, and I gave into that world, that Play, and allowed myself to become a thrumming engine along with all the palpitating hearts thrumming in the chests around me, we were all building this world together, bathed in Miyazakiโs hand drawn imagery, and I was struck dumb when Mahito tried to free his aunt, his new mother, from the cage of the birthing room where those paper birds recalled both Spirited Away but most of all the moment in Princess Mononoke when San, the wolf princess, tries to free Lord Okkoto, the blind boar god, from the curse enflaming him and his people towards suicide, towards a self-inflicted genocide, and I gasped, suddenly alone in that packed theatre, elbow to elbow with my co-writer, and the hooks within me, that I hadnโt noticed, all pulled at once when Mahitoโs mother says goodbye, when his great-granduncleโs tower comes tumbling down, when his father tried to free him, his sword slashing through a maelstrom of enlarged and sentient parakeets, and I lost track of time, of myself, and I tumbled through time, through years, through the versions of me, of ydde, who sat and watched these many Ghibli movies on various beat-up couches, on dirty carpets, in dark theatres, sitting at my desk where I wrote a column of every Studio Ghibli movie, but most of all to that very first time, to the first time I ever encountered one of these wonderful, terrifying, beautiful, world-ending, life-changing movies that led me through decades of influence, a decade of desolation, and I was again ten years old, my mouth agape, agapฤโ
How to cite: rathke, e. “Defying Explanation: Hayao Miyazaki’s The Boy and the Heron.” Cha: An Asian Literary Journal, 11 Jan. 2024, chajournal.com/2024/01/11/boy-heron.
e rathke writes about books and games at radicaledward.substack.com. A finalist for the Baen Fantasy Adventure Award, he is the author of Glossolalia, Howl, and several other forthcoming novellas. His short fiction appears in Queer Tales of Monumental Invention, Mysterion Magazine, Shoreline of Infinity, and elsewhere. [All contributions by e rathke.]