The only Miyazaki I hadn’t seen all the way through (only bits and pieces here and there). Finally remedied that and was sorry I’d waited so long. What a wonderful, wonderful film, full of love and gentleness. It leaves you with this feeling of inner peace. I can’t give you a plot because there isn’t one. Usually I have no patience with a film like this, but its pastel landscapes and surreal images (I cherish the scene with Satsuki and Totoro standing at the rainy bus stop with their umbrellas) draw you in and hold you. I can’t see this film coming from any culture other than the Japanese. Really, if you haven’t seen it, do yourself a favor. Really.