My Cultural Diet

Near the end of the 20th century, a mysterious wind swept across the Earth, stealing everyone’s memories and causing society to crumble. A young man who has since regained some of his memories now travels across the post-apocalyptic U.S. to find the wind’s source. Along the way, he meets an enigmatic woman who guides him and helps him consider the nature of humanity and civilization. A Wind Named Amnesia certainly has a lot on its mind as it tries to wax philosophical about the human condition. But despite featuring some impressive talent in the credits (Yoshiaki Kawajiri, Rintaro, Yoshitaka Amano), it’s really just a portentous mess of a film that’s never as deep as it so desperately wants to be. Not helping matters is an increasingly ludicrous sub-plot involving a pursuing robot as well as some last-minute revelations that are pretty groan-inducing, and make the film feel even dumber. The early ’90s animation is not nearly so bad as, say, M.D. Geist, but A Wind Named Amnesia is far from Madhouse’s best work.

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