Epic. You hear it a lot. “Bruh, that was epic. Literally, epic.” Sure, “bruh,” but what does that actually mean?
My measuring stick for epic isn’t Lord of the Rings as it is with most, a-hem, ALL of my reading buddies. It’s not. Confession alert: I couldn’t get through the second book. Call me what you want, I just couldn’t read another page describing trees. I get it. The forest was full of trees. I get it.
Nausicaa is my measuring stick: the 1100 page graphic novel defines the word “epic” for me. I can’t imagine the mountains of work it took to bring the tale to life.
Did you like the movie? Excellent. Then you’re familiar with the story. You don’t know the story, not yet anyway. The movie takes place [largely] in the first book. There are 6 other books that need to be explored.
Sinister plots? Check.
Endearing characters? Check.
A world that you get to explore with the characters? Check.
War, love, redemption, prophecy, flying things, nature, a save-the-earth-theme? Absolutely.
Rating: Pg-13. Violence. Mild language. Black and white anime gore.
The awesome: Nausicaa’s character growth.
Quote: “I’ve been save by the little girl I used to carry.”