A long time ago-- back in 1962-- this movie, retitled "Magic Boy" and provided with English dialog, was one of the very first full-length anime features to be released in the United States.
I was a young enlisted man in the Air Force then, and the base movie theater was one of the few amusements available to us. One day I saw an unusual movie poster in the theater's display case, the artwork seeming to combine the characteristics of the Japanese woodblock print and Walt Disney. Curious, I paid my quarter and went into the theater.
I was completely enthralled by the movie. It was something new, fascinating, completely outside my experience. Aside from a syrupy American opening theme and some over-Disneyed animals, I found the backgrounds lush and beautiful, the characters drawn from antique Japanese art and the plot unfamiliar and engrossing.
And the first time I heard that rousing marching song of the bandit gang, I knew I would remember it for the rest of my life, even though I could not understand the words.
I kept returning day after day to see "Magic Boy," and when the movie's run ended, I thought that I would never have a chance to see it again - after all, this was long before video recording devices were available to the public.
Of course, in the following years anime became more popular in the United States, and I was inspired to follow it ... from Osamu Tezuka to Hiyao Miyazaki. But always, I remembered "Magic Boy" and longed to own a copy of it for myself. Through the years, a few defective, faded copies appeared in the American market, but they provided only a pale echo of my first experience.
But now, at last, came the opportunity to buy an authentic copy of the Japanese original. It was very expensive by American standards, but, to me, well worth it. Despite the Japanese dialogue, I could follow the story effortlessly. I was carried half a century into the past, back to my first introduction to the unknown, exotic and fascinating world of anime.