Finally, I enjoyed the film Porco Rosso and Italian (I must admit that the voice actors and the adapters have done a good job). I was moved. A good storyteller is able to hold on to history, to seeing followed by an internal point of view, immersing you in it and feeling his characters under the skin. But Porco Rosso is not only a good story, there's more. I do not want to make a detailed analysis star, probably would end a lot of nonsense to say of little value. E 'duty, however, on my part to see that this film show through something very personal: a perception of the world in the times that we now seem incredibly far away. It is not just a matter of documentation, how could it be for anyone who wants to write stories set in times past: it is a substrate made of strong memories and events lived. Something can also give depth to the tone and comic absurdity with which many events of the film are told (think of the pirates of the sky). This made me think a lot about the importance that the expression of the memory has not only as evidence of our history, but also as an active in diverse aspects of one's life. Memories are important, especially those lived in the flesh, and that, somehow, sharpens the feeling of having lived a little and I must admit, a bit too 'bad. I hope that the experience makes me sooner or later, a skilled enough storyteller to allow me to skillfully blend the little experience that I have consciously stayed inside with my imagination.
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