April 29, 2007
The Best Medicine
Last week I wrote a column, a piece for Bookforum, and a review for Newsday. Yet I am still behind -- with a very bad cold having kicked in almost immediately after meeting the last deadline. (In short: If you are reading this and I owe you some work, please realize that I'm doing the best I can.)
Lifting my spirits somewhat was our viewing of Flushed Away, from Aardman, the studio responsible for Wallace & Gromit. Evidently the movie did not do well when released here last year. I don't even remember it coming out, and we're longtime fans of Aardman. In any case, Rita ordered the film on Netflix, and now I am convinced that the singing slugs deserve their own musical. Their choreography is also brilliant:
Good news: The Aardman short film Creature Comforts will soon be reborn as a series. There is a lot to say for the curative power of comedy when you are ill, and Aardman's mode of anthropomorphizing really does it for me.
(On consideration, it seems to me that Creature Comforts is actually whatever the opposite of anthropomorphizing would be. It doesn't humanize animal so much as animalize humans. If there is a word for that, I can't think of it.)
Posted by smclemee at April 29, 2007 2:29 PM
We have the movie for our sons, 8 and 5, and I strongly resisted buying it because I figured it was one more collection of fart and poop jokes, along the lines of the 2nd Shrek movie. I'm guessing that's why it didn't do so well here, instead of Wallace and Gromit, parents -- who are, really the actual market for these things -- expected "Ed, Edd, and Eddie." [If you aren't familiar, stay that way.] Now that you've recommended it, I'll have to dig it out for family movie night sometime.
Oh, and I'm very glad to have found your regular blog. Anyone who grew up in Wills Point in the late 70's and maintains a blog gets my attention. At least I'll get the pop culture references.
Posted by: Karen at April 29, 2007 6:18 PM
I should say that -- title notwithstanding -- Flushed Away is almost completely devoid of scatalogical humor. Although it is set in a London sewer, there are no poop jokes (apart from one fake-out sight gag early on).
Posted by: Scott McLemee at April 30, 2007 6:39 AM
That makes me happy. Now, of course, I have to venture into the room devoted to the boys DVD and TV (yes, I'm a failure as a parent. My sons have a playroom. With their own TV.) and find the bleeding disk. Which will be scratched. Still, the discovery of a cartoon without scatalogy is a powerful incentive.
Posted by: Karen at April 30, 2007 8:48 PM
The movie has Jean Reno as a French frog called Le Frog. As far as I am concerned, there is nothing funnier than that.
Posted by: Lindemann at May 1, 2007 9:42 AM