I don’t know why, but No Face from Spirited Away (Miyazaki 2001) has lingered as something that truly creeps me out. Yes, I know it’s animated. Yes, in the story it all works out. Yet yes, I am still haunted by the eery presence and consumption that No Face exhibits.
At times, I’ve pulled this character out as a description for seemingly innocuous individuals in a group who end up being attention gluttons eating up everything interesting around them to completely dulls-ville avail. I’ve also equated No Face with portions of everyone’s personality - the ruiner part that comes in and wrecks things despite wanting to stop that force. This is particularly poignant because I have been sick of myself for about a month now, but it turns out everywhere I go I’m still with me…telling the same stories, making the same critiques, and having the same thought patterns. Gross.
No Face may seem silly in this picture and it almost makes it less scary. But I still won’t look at it after dark.