Sometime ago I wrote about the movie Mulan II which I find deplorable.
I’m not a grouchy mom.
Or maybe I am.
I’m more uptight that my husband. He is fun, his sense of humor is straightforward. If he gets me loosened up I can be a bit funny too, but I’m more sarcastic, and I’m glad he is my balance and we complement each other and the girls.
We are committed to teach the girls modesty, to MODEL modesty. Most of the Disney movies are openly immodest (Little Mermaid, Tinkerbell). That helps with a lot of the decisions of which ones to watch and which ones not to watch. But immodesty is not just clothing, it is also language, and attitude or messages as well, and this is where it gets a bit muddy, or I should say I make it confusing. My intuition tells me what we should avoid at the risk of no trauma. We already don’t have cable TV, which so many friends consider a radical move, but which so many more I’m encountering have opted for, and contrary to those childhood traumas, I see a glee and happiness in my daughters out of this world. Mind I don’t mean that no cable=perfect kids. I know children with cable that are same content, and my critics may be waiting for my daughters to become adolescents, ha ha ha. In which case, if I still blog and we haven’t moved to a cave to hide, I will hopefully post about our happenings. If we are all destined to have some childhood so called “traumas”, we will take responsibility for them :))
Though I won’t try to psychoanalyze Disney movies and stripe my daughters from a childhood of fun and silliness… I need to say this: oh, how I DISLIKE Disney. I’m convinced (and please, shout out if I’m wrong) that Disney has not the purity of my girls’ heart even at the bottom list of their priorities.
Last week in a magazine I read… TRUE HAPPINESS… in one of their advertisements to visit their park. Really? How much they can dilute words and ideas doesn’t cease to surprise me.
But to the point. Tangled. Yes, we saw it over our holidays, much to my displeasure, the girls came to the truck with Bluebell Ice cream and the movie from the Red Box. The movie starts… amazing graphics. I guess they can afford the best staff, or do they subcontract too and have people in third world countries working for next to nothing? I remember a guy commenting about a popular movie that it was rubbish, he said he knew because he worked on the movie graphics industry, and there is no real craft in this, no acting. It’s just lots of hours in front of the screen, feeding yourself junk food and drinking gallons and gallons of coffee, and getting horrible headaches at the end of long days of continuous work. But this is assumption, so I’ll stop this thought here.
The idea of Rapunzel’s hair immensely long, capturing things, floating like a living thing, etc… clever, very clever. The bad step mother, a wonderful cartoon like version of Cheer in her good times, in my opinion, spectacular. The opening song, catchy and nice. Rapunzel’s tower… I want to move there!
Then the movie develops. And you hear lines with subtle ideas that are awkward and low. They are rooted on vulgarity, they are not inspiring. They use cliches, they appeal to the low in adults if in the best case scenario, your children don’t pick up on things such as the drunken “cupid?” at the tavern, or the cabaret grotesque number there. A bit like the unnecessary tavern number in Beauty and the Beast. It is clear to me that Disney does not know how to stay away from “twaddle”, and be more loyal to the innate appeal of stories and fairy tales such as those.
Many will cringe, they will accuse me of ultra conservative, party spoiler, anal, and many more adjectives, and I happily take them. Maybe this happens to me after six years of no TV, questionable books and movie detox. I know we are different, I know we are eccentric, but we are not the only ones, and you can be too! Disney doesn’t have to be our culture. There is a whole and real America there that doesn’t need to pray on children to empty their precious minds and fill their own pockets.
Next time, after a long talk with my husband, we won’t watch such a movie. PERIOD. But the Bluebell ice-cream will stay. And I hope my daughters’ memories of their childhood will be far from tangled but clearly based on what is beautiful and true.