I grew up in the fifties and sixties when animated films - or cartoons - were
all the rage. I must have been the only child who didn't like them. Give me a
choice between Lassie and Mickey Mouse and the dog won, paws down, every time.
I've always preferred reality over fantasy, although, with hindsight, I have to
admit there probably wasn't much real life in the story of a super dog who
bounded about rescuing humans against all odds, fighting off the despicable
enemy and still remaining cute and lovable.
I lived for Saturday Morning
Pictures. My brothers and I would be packed off, each with with sixpence
clutched in a sweaty palm, to the local cinema, where, without parents, we were
let loose to eat sweets, throw the wrappers at our enemies, run up and down the
aisles, laugh uproariously - and occasionally watch the film, all the while
keeping an eye out for the uniformed staff who marched about, shouting and
shining torches into the eyes of anyone misbehaving - about 90% of the audience
most weeks.
My brothers were big fans of the animated films and would
settle down and stare up at the screen with rapt attention once the accompanying
music began. I, however, would disappear to the toilet or go off into a dream of
my own until Lassie reappeared to solve all our problems.
If you want to
know about animation ask a ten year old. He will almost certainly be able to
demonstrate how to create a YouTube video using stop motion techniques - or some
such thing. This is one my grandson made last year when I was doing some
children's photography workshops with a fellow photographer.
http://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10153311641112732&id=733797731&_rdr
I
can appreciate the huge amount of time and skill it takes to create even a short
animated film, but try as I might, I just can't sit through one.
Discussing this week's blog with my husband I discovered he was a secret
Popeye fan, instantly listing all the characters, and even running through whole
episodes, which still made him double up with laughter.
As for
Lassie, she leaves him cold....
A little ditty in praise of
animation
There's a certain satisfaction
In the art of
animation
When a figure that was static springs alive
The simple little
drawing
That once was found quite boring
Is something else when one frame
becomes five
A slight change in the form
So that movement 'comes the
norm
Is magic in the eyes of young and old
Just a tiny little shift
Is
an animator's gift
And the story really does start to unfold
From
flip books without sound
To Huckleberry Hound
And Popeye, Nemo, Frozen and
the rest
If those characters are moving
Then the animator's
proving
That cartoons are right up there with the best.
Thanks for
reading, Jill Reidy
Thanks for this, Jill - good to see you adding writing to your already superb photography - and it was Saturday Morning Cinema (at what was then The Odeon and is now Funny Girls) which set me on the Yellow Brick Road to being a lifelong film fan.
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