Last April, I wrote about my first foray into anime. I had a great time with it, and my successful venture had a of couple unintended side-effects. For one thing, I enjoyed that first series so much that I tried another, then another, then many more (which led to me finally figuring out how to make Netflix play it in Japanese. Hurrah, technological success!). And then, when my choices narrowed down to only shows I didn’t want to watch, I began to read manga instead. Continue reading…
Posted January 12, 2012
I remember seeing Hayao Miyazaki’s Spirited Away in the theatre, and I think it holds the record, in my experience, for the fastest time in making a small child cry. I have no idea what movie the child’s parents thought they were taking her to, but I don’t blame her for deciding immediately that she wasn’t going to like anything that happened in that creepy theme park.
It seems like there are enough adult cartoons that people would grasp the concept that not all animation is for kids, but I guess packaging will always fool someone. Hopefully no one has being paying little enough attention to let their toddler watch Happy Tree Friends, but it’s probably happened. In this case, the parents thought they were taking their little punkin to see a fun animated film, but it’s not so fun anymore when the heroine’s parents are transformed into gluttonous hogs and she’s left all alone in a haunted carnival. Cue sobbing and hasty exit stage left.
In a strange parallel, it reminds me of a screening of Russ Meyer’s Faster, Pussycat, Kill, Kill. A few of the men in the audience clearly realized they’d miscalculated when Tura Satana’s character went from rolling around in the dirt with a guy to snapping his neck. They thought they were going to see a movie where buxom vixens get into fights and drive fast cars, but the lecherous sniggering that had punctuated the early scenes ended abruptly, followed by the whoosh-thump of the theatre doors.
As the father of a two year old who is just realizing that television exists, I’ve been wondering how to figure out what he’ll find appealing or scary, both now and as he gets older. Of course at the moment, he might happily run off down a dark alley but be frightened by a crooked blade of grass, so my odds at working this puzzle out are probably not good. But take, for example, Lilo and Stitch. Scary. Instead, he wanted to watch a documentary series about dinosaurs which consisted almost entirely of allosauruses killing and eating other smaller allosauruses. That was fine.
Which makes me think that maybe the ways that adults define what will or will not be okay for children to watch is more about idealizing childhood than it is about reflecting the realities of what it feels like to be a child. Young kids don’t have the context to be bothered by things that might automatically seem distressing to adults, for instance death. I could not possibly make this point better than this home video of a little girl playing with a dead squirrel. Kids do, however, tend to respond strongly to musical cues, which makes intensely scored scenes in movies like Lilo and Stitch stressful even if they have no clue what is actually going on.
Most shows that test really well with toddlers seem somewhat alien to adults, presumably because they are speaking in some way to the experience of toddlerhood. Is that how the world looks to them? The toddler interest storylines make me want to gnaw my own arm off after awhile, but I’ve noticed that there are commonalities between what makes good kids programming and good adult television. I once had an interesting discussion about whether Teletubbies owe a debt to the Barbapapas, and I can’t help noticing parallels between In the Night Garden and silent movie slapstick like Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton. I think it’s the broad gestures, sight gags, and the belief that a well timed fall is always funny. And there’s a classic greatness to the way the adults talked in Peanuts; no real words, just that ‘mwa mwa mwa’ sound they made with a trombone and a plunger.
When it comes to older kids, in a way it gets easier to figure out what they’ll relate to because they’re closer to adulthood and therefore less alien, but it’s still easy to underestimate the ways that the shows they watch will impact their lives. I was raised on The Muppet Show, and it’s amazing how many of my values around friendship, family and the way I engage in relationships can be traced back to the Muppets. Watching The Muppet Movie now, I wonder why I wasn’t freaked out by the whole plot involving a German scientist trying to melt Kermit’s brain so that Doc Hopper could use him as a spokesfrog for a chain of restaurants that served frogs’ legs. I just wasn’t. I watched it over and over again, and “The Rainbow Connection” still captures something fundamental about my hopes and dreams.
So how can adults determine what reflects children’s experience of the world? I think the truth is that we don’t really remember. Our memories of childhood, good or bad, are blurred by time and our efforts to understand ourselves. We want the happiest, best experiences for the children in our lives, but we’re also responsible for equipping them to cope with reality, and in reality there are lots of crappy things that kids have to deal with. Like the Arcade Fire theme from Where the Wild Things Are: “Children don’t grow up, our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.”
I’ve heard a lot of people say that Spike Jonze and Dave Eggers’ Where the Wild Things Are was disturbing and didn’t seem like a kids movie, but I actually came out feeling like it was unusual and important for exactly those reasons. Their portrayal of childhood is full of fierce, conflicting emotions – joy, desire, confusion, shame, disappointment, fear, the painful need to belong and be accepted – and there just aren’t many movies that are willing to show those things as a part of childhood. I don’t think that protecting kids from seeing their own negative experiences and complicated feelings reflected in tv and movies does them any favors. In my experience, it just makes them feel alone and freakish for having all the bad feelings that they have.
Being human is scary, and children need to process that as much or more than adults do.
alex MacFadyen likes animation, creepy abandoned theme parks, riot girl ultravixens, dinosaurs, little blue monsters, muppets, toddlers, and all the joy and melancholia his childhood memories have to offer.