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Lots of being a kid is watching and waiting, and Totoro understands this. When Mei catches a glimpse of a small Totoro running under her house, she crouches down and stares into the gap, waiting. Miyazaki holds on this image: we wait with her. Magical things happen, but most of life happens in between those things—and this has a kind of gentle magic of its own.

Towards a True Children’s Cinema: on ‘My Neighbor Totoro’ — Bright Wall/Dark Room 11:12pm on March 19, 2017