Last evening I had one of the most impactful film experiences for the last decade, well ever since I went to see Schindler’s List. The film I saw was one my teen nephew gave to me, and it was called “Graveyard of the Fireflies”.
It’s Japanese anime, and the style of the film is what you can expect of the genre. Very stylised, very childish, and I doubt many adults have seen it that didn’t hear about it through word of mouth and knew what to expect. I certainly did not expect to see a “ya film” move me, a grown and jaded man, nearly to tears.
I know Robert Ebert calls the movie one of the best war movies ever made. He doesn’t qualify it as the best *anime* or *animated* war movie. He calls it one of the best war movies ever made, up there with Band of Brothers and Schindler’s List. What is it about?
It is about the death of starvation of one child (a girl of five) and her teen brother in the aftermath of the American fire-bombings of Kobe in Japan. No, it’s not that kind of film. It’s all about the downward spiral of the child and the teen, and it is one of the absolutely bleakest and saddest stories you can imagine.
And it’s one that is spread, mainly, among teens. Adults overlook it totally. The style does it. They expect it to be teen- or child-oriented since it’s animated. The point of this long explanation is… write the story that you must write.
If that doesn’t convice you to do that, Melvin Burgess wrote about fourteen year old heroin prostitutes twenty years ago, so the idea that YA is some kind of moralistic haven is simply wrong.