A friend asked why anyone would want to watch something as sad as Grave of the Fireflies.
This is my answer:
It is life, in all its stark beauty and horror. It is humanity. It is tragedy that moves, that breaks the viewer a little bit, that makes you think and breathe deeply and be thankful for the life you have. It makes you incapable of forgetting what people are capable of doing. It makes compassion feel like a gift – one to have and to seek and bestow. It is a truth. It is a sadness. It is a hope for better things.