Waltz with Bashir!

Beautiful, enigmatic, moving.  I felt more viewing this fantastic display of cinematography than I have during any of the graphic novels we have encountered.  The stylistic representation and the beauty beyond it really dramatized it in a way that would put "Lost" fans in their chairs with awe.  The story drew me in to the point where, during the break, I couldn't stop thinking about what I was watching.  It wasn't just the cell-shading style.  It was the intrepid plot and the dynamic characters miraculously well explored in the short time that the movie takes.  When the machine gunner actually dances with his gun, amid total gun-fire, the most gripping point of the movie takes hold when realizing the sheer desperation enacted upon each of the characters.  Moving on to the amnesiac memory of forgetting a traumatic event, one can truly visualize why one would want to forget about the horrors and atrocities witnessed after that key event.  Nobody wants to take part in a massacre, but according to dissolution of responsibility, given greater numbers, people would think they took less and less part in the actual massacre.  The level of realism especially given the actual autobiographical content was inspiring.  I particularly enjoyed how it all started from such a little thing.  Craving the memories you lost and realizing if your exact memory was truly captured, which it clearly was not, but essentially your mind would not let you realize what you were doing for fear of it being really bad.  And the only thing he remembered were the dogs he had to shoot down.  I have already suggested viewing of this movie to all of my friends.