Floating cities, ancient robots, and a girl drifting down out of the sky. Miyazaki opened the studio with this one and never once talked down to the child or to the adult sitting in the same room watching it.
Forty years on it works as a quiet faith with millions of adherents, and once a year the fest drags them out of their living rooms and back into a theater. Laputa at the size it was designed for. A full house of strangers gasping at exactly the same frames in exactly the same order, having all seen it a dozen times already. Dubbed and subbed showings both.
SoCal's anime community treats these screenings as a seasonal pilgrimage, which is why the room fills with people who could recite it and came anyway.
Send this one to the friend who says they do not do anime. This is the specific film that ends that sentence forever.