With any luck, the news in circulation today about Studio Ghibli’s demise is premature. Hopefully much has been lost in translation.
If true, it’s very sad news, but with Miyazaki off and so much influence seemingly lost, maybe it’s for the best.
Miyazaki made an astonishing impact on animation, culture and the lives of hundreds of thousands of his loyal fans – and I severely doubt any of us will forget the first of his films we watched.
I’ve cheekily lifted the section below from Robbie Collins’ superb article in today’s Telegraph, who sums the whole thing up wonderfully:
“My Neighbour Totoro aims to be a happy and heartwarming film, a film that lets the audience go home with pleasant, glad feelings. Lovers will feel each other to be more precious, parents will fondly recall their childhoods, and children will start exploring in the thickets behind shrines and climbing trees to try to find a totoro” – the benign, half-owlish, half-ursine woodland creatures invented by Miyazaki who give the picture its title.