(Bloggers often assume their readers are interested in why they posted in a while. I have no such illusions.And even if I did feel the need, there really isn't any good explanation. So, onto
Brave.)
My granddaughter and I have been watching tons of kids movies (I think I will wait another year before introducing her to
Let the Right One In). Often, they are painful to watch: So full of confusing plots, dialogue mostly consisting of sounds of surprise, and saccharine musical numbers that I find myself praying for the commercial breaks.
The musical numbers are the worst part.
Despite my lifelong hatred of Disney, (as a child, my parents dragged me to every Disney film that played in our local theater. When I say every, I mean not just the ones in the recognized canon, I am also talking about the nature flicks. Disney nature films never vary-cute, playful animals struggling in a literal fight for their lives against human oppressors, who relentlessly hunt, poison, tortured, etc. them. Fuck you, Walt Disney, for ruining my childhood).
