Watched the three-hour made-for-TV movie edition of Grave of the Fireflies this afternoon. Still a bit... unsettled even after taking a bath. I'd seen the animated version about a year or so ago, and it left something heavy in me which I had trouble moving on from; I'm afraid this one awakened the same dormant feeling from that moment as well.
I'm not sure if it's a movie I'd recommend, but if anyone would still like to watch it, make sure there is something fun planned afterwards. Just to temper the melancholy aftertaste.
If I may be excused, I need to go and cry in a corner now.
