Last week, I put Winnie the Pooh (the new one) on our Netflix queue. And I
told the kids it was coming after the DVD was in the mail. (My queue has been
known to alter mysteriously when the kids aren’t interested in what is up next,
especially when it’s a documentary.) At any rate, my announcement was greeted
with horrified faces all around.
When the kids were younger, Friday night was movie night. I
make homemade pizza and the kids would take turns picking a movie—the boys got
a good exposure to chick flicks when it was Ariel’s turn. I assured them it
would make them more sensitive husbands. Yeah, they didn’t buy it either.
But now that the kids are older, if they’re not interested
in a movie, they do homework. They don’t want to use precious study breaks for “lame”
movies. And I get that. So I figured that Cal would be the only one who’d watch
Winnie the Pooh with me. And I figured he’d sleep through part of it. (He did.)
But I was wrong about the kids. I don’t know if it was
nostalgia, boredom, or the indescribable charm of Pooh, but they watched it and
enjoyed it. They laughed out-loud. It was a charming movie. It didn’t have
quite the animation of the old classics, but the storyline and textual
playfulness were all there. I loved how Pooh took letters from the text to
build a ladder so he, Tigger, Owl, Rabbit, et al. could climb out of a pit. If
you’re a Pooh fan and haven’t seen it, I’d suggest adding it to your queue.
Which reminds me a friend recently shared a Russian version
of Winnie the Pooh. After watching it, I think I understand Russian culture
much better. No wonder Russians write depressing novels--Pooh the existentialist...
Here’s the Russian Pooh.
That video was so cute! And i LOVE your new cover!
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