I enjoyed your post, especially the mental picture of Mom and Dad doing Just Dance. It’s a good thing I wasn’t drinking anything when I read it. Congratulations on getting a sewing project done, and especially on Little Man finally starting to get some regular napping in. Hopefully the snow will abate before you all go certifiably crazy.
Today has been pretty much this:
It’s hard to take him seriously with that hair, but he doesn’t seem to be too bothered about being serious himself.
He really likes his shoes.
Last night, Charles and I watched The Tale of the Princess Kaguya, a Studio Ghibli production that was nominated for an Oscar. Charles keeps up on these things for me, and he had made sure we got ahold of it. It’s a lovely bit of animation and a sweet story about an old Japanese couple who find a magical princess in a bamboo grove and raise her as their own child. Eventually they take her to the capital where she is courted by the most powerful men in the land, but where she is also miserable as she pines for her rural home. In the end, people from the moon come to take her away.
I was totally with this movie for the first 9/10 of it, because it was just an expanded fairy tale with a feminist streak. But at the end, when she is taken away inexorably from everything she loves, it just gets depressing – partly because the movie is allegorizing the princess’s death and partly because it moves from folklore into the realm of an actual religion. I’m hesitant about interpreting a story so deeply based in a culture and a faith I have very little familiarity with; there are some Buddhist themes that I recognize (a song about rebirth and everlasting cycles, the appearance of the Buddha, attachment to people and the world as a bad thing), but I don’t know enough about them to say more than they are very alien and somewhat off-putting to my perspective. It is hard for me to see hope or joy in the final scene where Kaguya, once she is with the Buddha, almost completely forgets the people who have meant so much to her. What good is that? Is forgetting the pain worth forgetting the joy, worth forgetting the people you’ve loved? Culturally and spiritually, I’m entirely on the side of “no” to that question. I think even the movie’s makers are ambivalent about it, to be honest.
It just makes me ambivalent toward their movie, I’m afraid.