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I finished watching the final Evangelion movie: Evangelion 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time last night, and I'm still in the middle of processing my reaction to it. Neon Genesis Evangelion was one of the first true "anime" series I remember watching. I spent late summers in the '90s in California, and one summer the local PBS station KTEH began airing this show. I'd only watched a few episodes of it, but dammit I was hooked. The weirdness. The giant robot battles. The angst. I loved it. When I returned to Hawaii, I decided that I should watch the entire thing. And thanks to a very geeky video rental service run by a local comic book shop, I eventually finished the anime.
The story, on the surface about a last ditch effort to protect the Earth from rampaging giant monsters called Angels, but actually about very real, very human trauma, rang true with me. I saw bits of myself in every character. All of them strugging to prove themselves worthy of life. Shinji, the reluctant pilot who only "gets in the robot" because he wants his father's approval. Rei, the mysterious soft-spoken girl who's questioning her entire existence. Asuka, a forceful personality hiding a fragile heart. Misato, wanting to prove humanity is still worth protecting. And so on and so on and so on. The series is widely known as the work of one man, Hideaki Anno, who decided to use the show as therapy for his own struggles with depression and self-worth. It's a deeply personal work that resonates with so many people, including me.
So what do I think of the new Rebuild movies and the Ultimate ending? Let's keep going. Spoilers abound.