With that caveat in mind, it’s possible to admire and even enjoy the world that Miyazaki invites viewers to enter, in this case Japan during the 1920s and ’30s, when the nearsighted, airplane-obsessed Horikoshi, unable to become a pilot, instead turns to engineering the flying machines that course through his dreams like giant, enchanted birds. As often as not, he also dreams of an Italian aeronautical designer named Caproni, who appears throughout “The Wind Rises” like a benevolent muse. Miyazaki uses Horikoshi’s life to illuminate some of the most distressing chapters of Japanese history, including the country’s crippling economic depression, the devastating Great Kanto Earthquake of 1923 and a tuberculosis epidemic that, in the film, winds up playing a role in Horikoshi’s courtship of his wife, Nahoko.
There are no fanciful creatures in “The Wind Rises” and, with the exception of a few nods toward Japan’s animist tradition, few instances of Miyazaki’s taste for the supernatural. But the movie still possesses the filmmaker’s characteristic sense of wonderment, as Horikoshi embraces his vocation with studious devotion: He can find as much inspiration in a mackerel bone or waking dream as he can in a blueprint or slide rule.
Younger viewers may not be so transported as the protagonist by talk of flush rivets, aluminum flanges and retracting undercarriages, but Miyazaki manages to cast a mesmerizing spell over even those quotidian objects, capturing and conveying Horikoshi’s own passion for industrial design, as well as his dawning dread as to their end use — in his case, as the notorious “Zero” planes flown by kamikaze pilots during the war. (The fact that Horikoshi’s inventions played such a deadly role in Japan’s military effort has led some observers to accuse the filmmaker of glorifying, or at least glossing over, Japan’s war machine.)
Although the thoughtful, pacifistic designer clearly harbors misgivings that what he regards as morally neutral work will end in destruction and slaughter, the most eloquent voice of doom in “The Wind Rises” belongs to Werner Herzog, who voices a mysterious German man Horikoshi encounters during an extended stay at a rustic hotel. Somehow Herzog’s eerie cadences fit perfectly with his Cassandra-like character, just as it’s fitting that the rest of the characters aren’t nearly as recognizable. (Horikoshi is voiced by Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Nahoko by Emily Blunt and Caproni by Stanley Tucci.)
Visually, “The Wind Rises” is a thing of sensual, contemplative poetry, from the pearlescent cloudscapes and verdant countryside of Horikoshi’s youth to the hulking gray factories he visits in prewar Germany as a young man. Of Miyazaki’s many gifts as a filmmaker, perhaps the most subtle is the way he honors time and silence and stillness, values that are in lamentably short supply in most modern-day productions. “The Wind Rises” possesses an almost courtly sense of innocence, even as Horikoshi’s purity of purpose gives way to historical forces outside his control, and beautiful dreams give way to nightmares.
PG-13. At Landmark’s Bethesda Row. Contains some disturbing images and smoking.