Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba - Infinity Castle (Movie Review)

I went to watch the new Demon Slayer movie on Sunday evening. Honestly....it was worth every kobo I spent on popcorn (even though cinema popcorn will always be daylight robbery 😂). Also, maybe it’s just me, but there’s something about watching anime in the cinema that makes it ten times better. The surround sound, the dark hall, that giant screen where every detail looks sharper.

Shinobu vs Doma hit me first.

There’s something about Shinobu’s presence that has always felt like controlled fire. Tiny body, soft voice, delicate smile… but then she moves and you remember she’s venom disguised as grace. Watching her against Doma wasn’t just “demon vs slayer.” It felt like her entire life, her losses, her quiet anger, were folded into every strike. I caught myself holding my breath more than once. And when the scene shifted into its heavier emotions, I swear the theater just went still. No coughing, no whispering, just this shared ache in the air.

But let me pause. Because if there’s one person who stole the night for me, it was Zenitsu.

And listen, I have always liked him, even when he was annoying and screaming. But what he did in this movie? Legendary. This boy who trembles at shadows, who once couldn’t move without crying, pulled out his own seventh form. HIS OWN. Like, do you know what kind of strength it takes to not only master a skill but to create something new out of it? I was literally whispering “no way, no way, no way” under my breath. The cinema went wild. Someone screamed his name. And I… well, I clapped like I was at a football match. Zenitsu has officially crossed into my top-tier anime characters. He’s the kind of underdog win that makes you believe in yourself again.

And then there was Akaza. That fight with Tanjiro and Giyu wasn’t just brutal (though, yes, it was very brutal, like I could feel the punches through the seat), it was emotional.

Akaza has this tragic depth to him that makes you angry and sympathetic at the same time. He’s not “just a villain.” He’s human, twisted by pain and choices, and there were moments where I didn’t know if I wanted him defeated or healed.

That’s the thing about Demon Slayer: it refuses to give you clean emotions.

The animation, of course, was Ufotable showing off. Frames so gorgeous you want to pause and frame them on your wall. The castle shifting, the lights, the fluidity of the fights, if poetry could fight with a sword, this is what it would look like. But honestly, what stuck with me more than the beauty was the sound of people reacting around me. The collective gasp when Shinobu made her move. The nervous laughter during a tense moment. The roar when Zenitsu revealed himself. For those two hours, we weren’t strangers. We were a room full of people feeling the same story at the same time.

If I’m being real, it did feel like setup. Like this was part one of something even bigger, even crazier, that’s still waiting just around the corner. And maybe that’s why I left both satisfied and restless. Because yes, it gave me goosebumps, but it also whispered, you haven’t seen anything yet.

When I got home, I couldn’t even sleep right away. I just kept replaying scenes in my head.

If I had to put a number on it (which feels silly, but why not?), I’d give it an 8.7/10. Not perfect, because I know the real heartbreak and madness is coming in the next part, but perfect enough to make me grateful I watched it in a cinema, surrounded by strangers who, for a moment, felt like family.

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