Miyazaki is a genius, of that there is no doubt. And seems like a good guy, if a bit grumpy and tactless…but I am definitely glad he’s not my father. Woof. And the thing is, I see it, I see what his bone to pick was with his son’s first film, but that’s not why that moment in time was so uncomfortable, you know? It wasn’t the film. It was the fact that his son didn’t know who Hayao was. He’d never been there. And he was cold. And awkward. There was resentment. All of THAT is why the moment where Miyazaki watches his son’s film for the first time and disapproves is so…excruciating.
Anyway. I guess I have to stop watching this doc series about him. Josh and I definitely need to watch it together for the podcast. It’ll take us a couple meets to get through it, but worth it. I want the complete picture, you know? I want to see how I’m like him and how I’m different. What makes a genius a genius? And what kind of man, what kind of person is a genius?
Busy busy busy. I’ve been so busy. But I’m in bed tonight on time. And I have a clear block of work and rest for the weekend. I intend to take it all.
Night night.