I've never felt that way about a movie. Until now.
The hubby and I went to see "Spirited Away" tonight. Oh. My. God. I loved Hayao Miyazaki before seeing this film, but ... now? Now I'm speechless. I honestly don't know how to describe this film in words.
I thought I might very well like this movie more than "Princess Mononoke," but I didn't think there was even a remote chance that I would enjoy it more than "My Neighbor Totoro" ... but I did.
Miyazaki weaves such incredible tapestries of folk tale and mythology and modern life and what looks to me like Toaist philosophy. Chihiro, the young heroine of "Spirited Away," is not a Hollywood character. She is kind and afraid and brave and generous and compassionate. She is quietly, gently, lovingly strong.
She is the person I try to be, every day of my life. And I'm so grateful to Hayao Miyazaki for showing her as a heroine.