I am shamed. ] For this reason, me being part of the broken human race and being smart and being tupid and being filled with heartache and ange and kindness and anger—for this reason, watching Makoto Shinkai 's 5 Centimeters per Second was a resonating experience.
My father thought it was a good thrille that she never really wants to see again.
Sort of like me and Grave of the Fireflies.When I saw that Vertical had released an adaptation of the movies, I was initially skeptical.
Part of the power of Shinkai 's film comes from its staccato barrage of imagery, something mpossible to adequately simulate in comics.
While Seike does n't obliterate Shinkai 's original conclusion, she does offer something more satisfying ( at least to Western readers who delight in loose ends being tied and clipped).
Seike 's 5 Centimeters explores that in a way that Shinkai 's was either unable or unwilling to do.
And Seike 's epilogue takes Takaki 's story beyond where we previously saw it end and does so in a way that 's both true to Shinkai 's 5 Centimeters and true to the new vision, which Seike has developed.Roundly satisfying, I liked this.
I felt like I was reading something worth my time—which is a remarkable thing for an adaptation.
Mature loves stories in comics are n't the most common find, so any solid literary romance is worth pursuing and supporting._____________________Note1) There 's a bare trickle of hope in the final frames of the movie, though not enough to overwhelm the far greater sense of loss._____________________ [ Review courtesy of Good Ok Bad. ]