Waltz Wth Bashir

Ari Folman's masterpiece from 2008. We remember it as one of our favourite films, full stop. On re-watching it surprised as, but remains stunning.
This film is largely about the aetheticisation of war. It is about the way war is portrayed through our false memories. It is, psychonanalytically, a fascinating film, with the backgrounds and symbols bleeding into the presence. This whole film bleeds background to foreground.
Visually, the film is quite simple. We know we are following Folman, we have wide or close shots or so on. The narrative pattern and structure is beautifully done though; deep and insightful, it shows how one bleeds into the next, of collective memory, and of totality.
The excitement and apparent sexiness of some of the actions scenes and the rock music certainly ramps up to a wild manner. The sharp lines really add to the modern, postmodern indeed, passage of what war is. Few films can be as close to dispaying the modern condition.
This film had a different overall tone than we remembered. We remembered the sexiness primarily. In fact this film is harsh, trenchant, unforgiving. What happened was disgusting, we ask ourselves; 'How can this happen? This is impossible'. This ending is a move from bleakness and twisting, which we must see, have to see. This is no cool and fast phatasy; this is bringing the unimaginable too light. Done, of course, through the imaginary animation. Still stunning.