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Movies and Meat!

Yesterday the newest Studio Ghibli movie, When Marnie Was There, came out in Japanese theaters. Unfortunately not a work of Hayao Miyazaki (since retired...) but it's by the director of The Secret Life of Arrietty, which came out a few years ago.
Regardless, When Marnie Was There is a movie based off the novel by Joan G. Robinson (and is currently out of print and impossible to find, even though I really want to read it...Amazon claims there will be a reprint next year but I'm impatient...)


I won't say too much about the movie since I'm sure an English version will come out eventually, but I will say that I enjoyed it. It was much better than I thought it would be; the background art was beautiful, as was the music. The ending was a little too well-wrapped up for my taste, but there was an element of ethereal mystery throughout the film. I'm really glad I went--and even MORE glad that I understood it!! Probably helps that there's pictures, but still!

Then we all went out for yakitori (lit. grilled chicken) for dinner. Naoko (who visited once earlier) came again, this time with her husband. They're very cute. We had to wait about forty minutes to get seats at this yakitori restaurant, but it was definitely worth it!



Meat!
And tomorrow is yet another day off! I'll have to start studying for the final exam soon...
T-5 days.

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