Kyle Snacks’s review published on Letterboxd:
Second viewing. I love how Makoto Shinkai views memory as emotion. I know some people have vivid memories, but I can rarely recall more than the lightest of images. For me, memory is a feeling, a touch, an impression.
And you know what? I like it. I don’t miss those moments. I don’t wish I had a record of every day. Pictures, videos, diaries: these are facts, not memories. Sometimes a record is good, but records can lose what mattered about the original moment in the first place. Especially when we have a record of every moment (looking at you, smart phones).
There’s something powerful about the way memories and time can coalesce into longing and feeling. Emily Yoshida, in her great review for The Vulture said, “There’s a sense that the body and soul remember things the mind can’t.”
I have plenty of pictures from when my wife and I were dating in 2012. I’m glad I have them. But what I truly cherish is when she smiles at me and my chest tighten as I remember the feeling of summer 2012: we’re up until 3AM talking about who knows what, wishing the night would never end. That’s memory.