Cuban Filmmaker Restores His Odd Favorite Childhood Anime

It was the end of summer 1988, I was 11 years old, and Trianon was still a movie theater at the time. Darkness. The first image: The fog disperses as dawn breaks behind a lighthouse where the protagonist looks out at the waves: “The sea… It’s contaminated with radiation… Will it ever be blue again?”

Freedom, fear and madness

Cuban filmmaker Miguel Coyula: “I can’t remember when it was that I realized I was free. It wasn’t a sudden revelation, nor was it an impressive one. When I think about jail time or even death as a result of my work, without any kind of fear, I don’t think this has to do with being brave. Quite simply, my life is worthless if I can’t do what I enjoy and say what I think.”