I really, really love this kind of animated films. “Waltz with Bashir”, along with “The Grave of the Fireflies” is probably one of the best expressions of the horrors of war, that it wonderfully manages to combine the violence and the cruelty with sequences of such beauty that makes us think of how even in the most bleak situations, there can be few glimpses of happiness, fun and joy, reaching an almost whimsical, poetic tone in some parts of it.
Yet, those beautiful images aren´t made to make us to forget the horror and the misery that we watch: The dreams and the poetry live at the same time with the violence, the injustice, and the oblivion. One character tries to reach in his memory many answers for the present, and what he found is something quite different that we could expect in this kind of films. Memory could be tricky sometimes. We choose what we want to remember, but the reality is still there, and past can be changed. But the past is part of what we are, no matter how bad or horrible it is, and no matter how much we make efforts to forget it.
This was my very own opinion about this film. Not many times I was lucky enough to see films like this, but the whole experience of this movie was widely rewarding and fulfilling.
“Walts with Bashir” it is a masterpiece. No more, no less.