I’m a sucker for these “100 best” lists, even if I’ve never heard of the people doing the choosing.
So I couldn’t resist this one, where I discovered I’d never even heard of most of the animated movies they’ve listed, except for the Disney ones and a few of the Pixar ones.
The fact that they chose “Pinocchio” as number one puzzles me. I saw it as a child and liked it, but no more than any other Disney favorites, which for me were “Snow White,” “Lady and the Tramp,” “Cinderella,” “Fantasia,” and “Alice in Wonderland.” The last, with its surrealism, and Lady and the Tramp, with its adorable dogs, may have been my special favorites. Somehow I was fortunate enough to completely miss “Bambi,” which reportedly has traumatized several generations of children. Not me.
But animation and cartoons in general tend to puzzle and disturb me. I’ve written about the problem before, here:
Cartoons were…my nemesis. I didn’t like them, although they were ubiquitous on TV. I didn’t like watching the creature being flattened and then springing back up again. I didn’t like the characters walking off cliffs and not realizing it for a moment, and then falling. I didn’t like the pummeling and the mayhem; I felt it as more real than I knew it should be perceived. And in some strange way I sometimes even had trouble following the plot.
Was that because I wasn’t interested? Or was it because I was repelled, or because I was particularly cartoon-challenged? Probably a combination of all three, because the phenomenon persisted into adulthood and involved even some cartoons whose content didn’t especially repel me. I used to like animated Disney movies, but have never liked Pixar, in part because the images seem “wrong” to me in some difficult-to-define way.
Sometimes there’s too much going on visually in cartoons, too; I get distracted. I sometimes fail to get the joke in non-animated cartoon squares (like the ones in a magazine) because I focus on the wrong detail or misinterpret details in odd ways.
There’s much more at the link, including an interesting discussion in the comments section, where I add, “I have an uncanny valley the size of the Grand Canyon.” And if you wonder what the uncanny valley is, here’s where I talk about that.
And now I have to say that this entire post has made me realize that at this point there’s hardly a topic that interests me that I haven’t written about before—and quite a few that don’t really interest me, too. That’s what happens when you’ve been blogging for almost ten years.
Ten years! When I started, if you had told me I’d be doing this for ten years I would have said you were a lunatic. Now I sometimes wonder whether I’m the lunatic. But no, merely eccentric and verbose—and interested in a lot of things.