The best thing about this WWII film is its neutrality. The Japanese are not as stupid as pigs, or as ferocious as beasts. In the morning light, the ceremony of the kamikaze team seemed a little sacred and even heroic. A Japanese guy who likes airplanes as much as the protagonist is a naughty and simple young man. The little boy ran home to see the Chinese nanny who had waved them goodbye a few hours earlier, removing their belongings. He asked aloud what they were doing. The nanny came over with a blank face, slapped him, and never looked at him again. His fascination and love for fighter jets is so pure and passionate, and seeing the bombing scene is like a mad fan seeing a star, screaming like crazy.
The war made him miserable, but he didn't hate the tools of war at all. He was always a little kid, cleverly trying to live each day, trying to help others as much as he could. Never think about the meaning and pain of war, things that would be of no use to an ordinary person in a real war.
View more about Empire of the Sun reviews
