Sitting here now, with this cup of coffee and my writing pad, I can still feel that pit in my stomach I had when the Colossal Titan first appeared over the wall. You know that scene? The way the shadow just swallows everything before the chaos hits—man, it’s like the show told me right from the start, “Get ready, nothing you love is safe.” And it delivered on that, over and over.
What stuck with me wasn’t just the action or the brutality—
though, God, some of those fights left me clenching my jaw—but the way it kept making me question humanity itself. Who’s the real monster? The Titans or the people fighting them? There were moments I wanted to cheer, and then seconds later I’d just sit there in silence, staring at the screen because the story had pulled the rug out from under me.
Eren… wow It was not only shocking, but also emotionally draining in the best sense of the word, to see how he changed- how he went, hot-blooded youth who screamed about freedom, to something… that he was in the end. There were moments when I hated him, moments when I felt sorry for him, moments when I was almost inclined to believe in his lunacy. That is what left the entire thing sitting in my chest: it would not provide me with clean answers.
Levi, however--whenever that man came in--it was like oxygen. His fights? No, they are not battles, they are poems in blood and steel. And Mikasa and her silent, undying love to Eren? That choked me in the throat several times.
However, the thing that sticks with you most is the burden of despair, with these little flairs of humanity- Armin setting up plans of escape, Sasha with their crazy hunger scenes that despite all the horror somehow felt the most important things, those few laughs in-between the horror. It was a reminder to me that even in a nightmare people hold on to whatever little they can find that brings them joy and that made the pain even more painful when that little was taken, even in a nightmare.
By the end of the series I did not even know how to feel. Heartbroken? Angry? Relieved? Perhaps the whole of it. I know that Attack on Titan did not simply deliver a story to me--it compelled me to struggle with it. It made me sit here, long after the credits, staring in my coffee and about the concept of freedom, sacrifice, and whether any of it was worth the price.
This is not the sort of anime you put on to get away. It is the type that brings your throat to the hand until it pulls you into its world and makes you doubt your own.
Thumbnail is designed by me on pixelLab and other images are screenshot from the movie
