I’m 20 years old. Princess Mononoke, Studio Ghibli’s epic and fantastical tale of a cursed prince, human greed, boar-gods and forest spirits is about to turn 25. The world seems to have changed tremendously over the course of my life, and in the time since the film was released. It has not always been for the better.
The film speaks with the same fear, outrage and desperation that we’ve heard in the protest chants, activists’ speeches and everyday conversations in recent years, and its fantasy universe feels and looks more and more like our own (minus the Forest spirits, animal gods and supernatural curses).
