Perhaps here is a bit of justification to be found.
I watched this film mainly as a result of Archaeon's strong recommendation that it should be something to have seen. While I agree that the latter is true, I'm not too sure whether it should be inducted here.
After watching the film I posted my initial thoughts on it in a comment on Archaeon's profile. Much of what follows, including the introduction, is an enhanced version of that comment.
My earliest completely conscious memory - the first memory that consists of more than some flickers, and where I can precisely pinpoint the place and time - is of the night of 9/11/1989: the night the Wall fell. I was too young to understand what exactly was going on there, but I did know, as I stood there in my pajamas, that what was happening was of tremendous, world-changing importance.
When I started attending highschool in 1992 and in the years directly following, years in which history, system of government and politics was first truly explained to me, the world had changed. Tanks had been positioned in front of the Kremlin, while Russian arms dealers were selling to Afghan tribesmen and African would-be dictators, far less open to scrutiny than the Soviet armed forces were; Yugoslavia was showing that we didn't need super-weapons to commit genocide; the Battle of Mogadishu showed the superiority of small, specialised forces over the large conscript armies; systematised Apartheid was gone, to be replaced by a far less rules-bound witch-hunt; Scuds and Patriots were playing tag between Jerusalem and Baghdad, leaving the ICBMs where they were; Gulf War Syndrome replaced fear of the nuclear by fear of the biological; textbooks had been altered and teachers were more experienced in explaining a world past the Cold War.
Over the years I have noticed a peculiar generation gap between those who have consciously experienced the final part of the Cold War and those who came after. Exceptions aside, the vast majority of the former still, to some extend, possess an Orwellian fear of the massive State and its capacities to wage total war; the latter generally feel more fearful of non-supervised, smaller and more insidious organisations.
In short, the fear of nuclear war is becoming a thing of the past.
Now, what the heck has all that to do with a Japanese animated film from 1983 or the manga it is based on and which is ten years younger?
Quite a lot, really.
What has Barefoot Gen to offer a modern Western audience? Its message, one of 1945 bombings, has been sent before and after and has been delivered in guises more artistically pleasing. In all honesty, the bombings are a part of history, the implicit message of 'never again!' having been superseded by reality in the meantime.
As Archaeon mentioned, Barefoot Gen might not be so much about a view of the bombing itself, but more simply a personal account, one made in a time and place when and where people rather forgot all about it. Yet, this statement in itself infers two things: first of all, that the issue was one worthy of being commented upon and being referred to in publications; secondly, that it was made to break through an existing taboo.
Whereas the issue might still be current in Japan - not only because of its history, but also because changing politics have again positioned a small expanse of water away from a superpower - such applicability of the message effectively ended in America and especially Europe after '89. With the real threat of any repetition of the '45 events - notwithstanding some extant Doomsday scenarios - having lapsed and with the taboo on speaking about or referencing the bombing never having been in place, what strength Barefoot Gen may have in terms of its message weakens considerably to the modern, Western viewer, so much so that it becomes merely a part of the film, one that, as in every show, must be placed next to quality of animation, sound and direction.
Unfortunately, Barefoot Gen wasn't a masterpiece in those regards by any account when it came out almost three decades ago and hasn't aged well since then.
The animation simply isn't very good, from the design to the actual animation of movement, with what might be termed the 'horror sequences' being almost laughingly ridiculous, even when considering that these reflect the half-remembered views of a child.
The sound, likewise, just isn't good. It's almost as if the recording equipment wasn't up to the task, with the actors having a penchant to over-act grossly. It sounds more like something from the 1970s than the 1980s.
That being said, the pacing is good. It's nothing spectacular, following your average pacing from life-action disaster films, but this in itself places it above most anime. Likewise, the projected sense of stoicism in the face of adversity really comes through. To use a word that has come up a few time in discussion between ladyxzeus and myself, what the film does have is a very strong sense of sincerity, which is more than can be said about your usual fare.
For that sense alone, I believe everyone here should watch it. A bit like Grave of the Fireflies, yet even more subdued, Barefoot Gen paints a picture that comes close to being that of the actual view of one who was there. It's not even gritty; it's just factual.
However, when it comes to deciding whether or not this film should be inducted as an exemplary entry, I say 'No'. The message has watered down over time and place, leaving us with a film that feels like we've seen it a hundred times before and which doesn't very exceptionally well in terms of animation or sound. The strong sense of sincerity and slightly above-average pacing alone are, in my book, just not enough. |