Bubble: a sublime Netflix animated film with ephemeral poetry (review)

This original film, signed by the brilliant director of Attack on Titan, is visually stunning. But its over-poetic atmosphere tips over into a nunuche lyricism.

Tetsurō Araki is one of the most influential anime directors of the past decade. After signing the entire series Death Note and the best seasons of The attack of the Titansthe Japanese filmmaker offers Netflix today bubblea visually beautiful original film, but too soft on the bottom.

Five years ago, bubbles of unknown origin fell from the sky over Tokyo, distorting the city’s gravity. A magical rain that quickly turned into a biblical disaster when they burst and flooded the Japanese capital, making it uninhabitable. In this urban setting where nature has reasserted itself, groups of orphaned teenagers compete in “Battlekour”, dantesque Parkour events admirably staged.

Sequences of aerobatics that make you dizzy, in the vein of what Wit Studio had already been able to do with the exploration battalions of The attack of the Titans. It’s spectacular, original and sumptuously set to music by an omnipresent soundtrack by Hiroyuki Sawano. As often in anime, it supports the beauty of the images a little more. More in bubblewhere everything is voluptuous poetry, a setting of incredible charm and a bewitching atmosphere.

Bubble Netflix

Too bad all of this isn’t of much use. This dreamlike atmosphere is in fact only a pretext for a somewhat silly romance, a clumsy analogy of The Little Mermaid, repeated on a loop by a young water girl with exacerbated fragility, more sickly than a Disney princess from the middle of the 20th century. Araki bets absolutely everything on a form of lyricism that ends up staring at his navel and going around in circles. The bubble is really pretty but like all bubbles, by dint of playing with it, that of bubble eventually burst.

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