Akira is the result of the oppressed country of Japan after World War 2. Painted in a negative light, the message seems to be saying that with the rise of technology, there is an increase of fear too- that it will take over mankind. The role of Akira is like a metaphorical concept of power. Tetsuo gains this power, which ends the film with the line “I am Tetsuo.” as history repeats itself.
I feel like this particular narrative was a virus on my developing mind - and not just me, a generation of political-apathetics allured by the conspiracy, nihilism, destruction. I still root for Tetsuo, even recognising his romance as a kind of distraction from the bigger things he/I can't grasp. That's also the appeal of cinema, the virus an encompassing dream we must emerge from.
You feel it too, don't you? The saturation of this city, the allure of atomic renovation. Is Akira understandable,coherent,plot department-wise? Barely. I don't think anyone can explain what happens in this film. It's a mess. But can you feel it? This city, these canals,these human people,these sounds and sights, these petty thugs and almighty Gods. These bongo drums-the asphalt and walls, graffited concrete. Oh yes.
(Saw a while back). At the time this felt distinct in terms of the world that it built and the texture of the animation. Having now read the entire manga, my memory seems to indicate that they really had to truncate the story and that it becomes a bit muddled. In retrospect, it feels like something to experience rather than to think too much about. The manga is also like that at times. Definitely worth checking out.
Before there was Eleven from Stranger Things, there was Akira.. One of the most intense anime experiences- a landmark of science fiction, action and the cyberpunk genre. I can't really explain exactly what happened, so I would definitely recommend watching for yourself to try and figure it out!
A bloody cool and intermittently highly disturbing ludicrously truncated sensation of a film. Its nuclear horror thematics are splayed across its surface like so much neurotic gristle that the undergrad dissertations essentially write themselves! As with Tarantino, not unfair to take issue with the fact that the film is in love with its own violence, but the violence burns truly in the mind years after viewing.