Uptight parental units
Was at the video store the other day trying to find something non-crappy to watch (Chris wasn't going for my suggestion of Save The Green Planet).
A young girl was trying to find a movie to watch that her mother would approve of. She selected Princess Mononoke (a beautifully drawn anime full-feature by one of my favourite directors). Excellent choice, I thought to myself. Animated, intelligent and, while I myself find it somewhat heavy-handed, a quite strong environmental message (aka -- human beings are making the world sucky for everything else). Somewhat of a fantasy-fable. What I would consider entirely appropriate for kids.
"No," said the mother, eying the DVD suspiciously. And likely went back to the "How to Make Your Children Soft-Minded Corporate Sheep" section.
Yeesh. When I was seven, my parents took me to see Poltergeist. By the time I was 12, I had watched movies like Eraserhead, classic B horror films, and just about anything my parents rented. Ironically, the only thing I was barred from watching was G.I. Joe -- my mother disapproved of the pro-Americanisms and army propaganda.
Why she thought a 10-year-old would understand this is beyond me. I just wanted to be able to play Lady Jaye at school the next day.
A young girl was trying to find a movie to watch that her mother would approve of. She selected Princess Mononoke (a beautifully drawn anime full-feature by one of my favourite directors). Excellent choice, I thought to myself. Animated, intelligent and, while I myself find it somewhat heavy-handed, a quite strong environmental message (aka -- human beings are making the world sucky for everything else). Somewhat of a fantasy-fable. What I would consider entirely appropriate for kids.
"No," said the mother, eying the DVD suspiciously. And likely went back to the "How to Make Your Children Soft-Minded Corporate Sheep" section.
Yeesh. When I was seven, my parents took me to see Poltergeist. By the time I was 12, I had watched movies like Eraserhead, classic B horror films, and just about anything my parents rented. Ironically, the only thing I was barred from watching was G.I. Joe -- my mother disapproved of the pro-Americanisms and army propaganda.
Why she thought a 10-year-old would understand this is beyond me. I just wanted to be able to play Lady Jaye at school the next day.
posted by /hg | 3:05 p.m.
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