Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, he had to turn into swine.
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, he had to turn into swine. Still the most purely enjoyable movie that Hayao Miyazaki has ever made, “Porco Rosso” splits the difference between “Casablanca” and “Bojack Horseman” to tell the bittersweet story of a World War I fighter pilot who survived the dogfight that killed the rest of his squadron, and is forced to spend the rest of his days with the head of a pig, hunting bounties over the sparkling blue waters of the Adriatic Sea while pining for the beautiful owner of the local hotel (who happens to be his dead wingman’s former wife). It’s the stuff of classic Miyazaki, not only for its ambient feminism and fetishistic love of vintage flying machines, which “The Wind Rises” would later revisit in a less fantastical setting, but also for its wistful despair at an irrevocably corrupted world.