This is a beautiful, slow, quiet movie, without the deviations into otherworldly magic that you may expect from Studio Ghibli. All of the magic in it--and it is there--is the everyday kind. The beauty and hard work of saffron flowers, the introspection of a long train ride, the ghosts of memory, the mysterious tugs of the heart... The title can also be translated as "Overflowing with Memories," which is a little more accurate, as "poroporo" is Japanese onomatopoeia for the drip-drip of overflowing (tears?). If you can acquire a fansub, do. (thanks, Starrynight!)