No clean villains. A forest worth bleeding for. A war between industry and nature where the film flatly refuses to hand you a side to stand on, and a girl raised by wolves who has no interest in your comfort.
This is the one adults reach for to prove the studio makes serious art, and the restored print is the reason to finally see it at the size it was built for. Hisaishi's score in a real theater does something a living room cannot approximate — the strings arrive from behind you.
The crowd is the other half of it. These are people who will argue about San and Lady Eboshi in the lobby afterward, hold firm positions on dub versus sub, and treat the whole thing as scripture. A full house of them at The Grove is the kind of screening you build an entire evening around.
Text the person you would obviously be going with. You already know their name, and they are already free.