A whisper in universal schizophrenic idyll. Flies like a firefly or a butterfly to warm your cave.

Rating: 10/10 (22 December 2006)

Poems exist in black winds. Innocent haikus that fade away till the next morning and nobody remembers you anymore. This film is so intensively imagined that the scenery of it's soul is so staggering that this is part of the core that makes film poetry and the very air we breathe. Or imagine to breathe.
Setsuko and Seita were useless people. They only took care of themselves. With all kind of efforts they could find out.
War sucks your future - war sucks every children's future. Everyman's self respect. But if you can get your self respect back you have to destroy the future of the poorest.
Letting a four year old girl die in hunger without any help.
Still the girl lives also today, around us, in us, everywhere. They play, run, swim and have plans. They laugh and keep their secrets hidden. They ask why the fireflies die so young?
Setsuko and Seita could have been any of us. They are us if the circumstances were different.
Seita and Setsuko will live decade after decade in people's mind. Do You?