The New Yoker Magazine feaatures an interview with Miyazaki (January 17, edition). TL Taylor was nice enough to bring me a copy of the article (sorry, it's not online). It's a really good piece about this grumpy old workaholic who creates highly emotional films. With probably the exception of Totoro, I never truly loved Miyazaki films as organic films: there's always moments when my attention declines or things get a bit boring (this happens to me with Japanese films in general, and particular with other anime) Still, I can never get those movies out of my head. I am not, by any means, a manga or anime fan. I do love Japanese toys, though, and many Japanese manga characters. Anyway, the New Yorker article describes the Ghibli Museum that I got a chance to visit last year with Jason Della Rocca, escaping from the Tokyo Game Show. It is certainly a house of beauty, a place for discovery and a banquet for the eyes. My only regret was that we only stayed there for about an hour and a half. It was a rainy day and we had some other compromise (I think it was our talk at the University of Tokyo). The New Yorker article shows Miyazaki as a grumpy pessimist and I am not surprised: you have to be an obsessed freak to work like he does. But at least he built that little house outside Tokyo and I know it's still there. A Disneyland for kids who are not obese, for quiet people who like to play with insects while laying on the grass. Miyazaki keeps complaining about videogames and he has a point: too many videogames can fuck your childhood up. It seems that he dislikes the genre upfront and would not agree with me that it is a matter of degree. Videogames could eventually allow us to chase the same ghosts than his films'. But he is right on the fact that we need to get out more.