Kid-flix and Kleenex

Summertime is a time when I no longer have TV to keep up with. Luckily there's netflix and redbox. So a couple months back, when I had some time to watch movies, I was surprised by two things. First, I went straight to animation. Second, I found myself emotionally reacting to animated films.

A short while ago I had a truce to not see any new animated films. It's not like I watch these movies all the time, but in not watching them, I forgot that I actually really like my kid-flicks. I honestly missed them. I watched Anastasia the other day and smiled like I'd just visited with an old friend. 

In terms of emotion, I get teary during Meet the Robinson's and Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 1 or 2. Fantasia even makes me feel both joy and sadness. There's something about childhood and these movies and my memories that leave me affected. Maybe it is because there's a part of me that never really wanted to grow up, and that part of me maybe gets to stay young when I watch kid-flicks. That could be something I'm saying right now to explain the evidence though. 
In life, I sometimes find out things about myself that I didn't know. I wouldn't have guessed that animated films were a thing that I actually do love, but didn't let myself admit this until I'd been forced to. I think I love animation because it is one place where I can feel and not meta-analyze my own emotional reaction. Kid-flicks are so cheesy-sloshy-emotional anyway, that I pretty much  fall into whatever emotional trap they've set up.

I hear Big Hero 6 and Book of Life are good. Somebody bring me some kleenex.

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