Anonymous asked: I would say that any peanuts film is a good film if it focuses on the three things that made peanuts so specifically wonderful: One, the fact that most desires of the characters are unrequited. Two, the character's realization that what they actually desired was not at all what they thought. And three, that four panel setup and payoff is preserved scene by scene, with the overlying theme of the movie being illustrated through the sequences. Please see the christmas/memorial day specials.
You know, I’ve had this sit in my inbox and I didn’t really know what to say to it? But I guess I’ll just say: you’re right! You’re probably right. It’s been so long since I’ve seen the Christmas special that I actually forgot it was a thing (how could you do that, Morgan??).
And Blue Sky has shown me meh movie after meh movie, so I think that’s the point where I twist my eyebrows and side-eye the whole deal. But who am I to say what some people can and can’t do? The animation looks like it’s gonna take some risks, so who knows!
I’m certainly no expert on what makes Peanuts wonderful (while my strong gut feelings tell me that you have quite a love for the comic, Anon). Always been more of a Calvin and Hobbes gel, myself. Still, if they can manage to capture that sense of quiet melancholy, I think they’ll have it nailed in my book.
Goodness knows I’m familiar with the feeling of not knowing what I actually want or knowing how to decide what I actually want, so if I can understand that feeling, maybe the people at Blue Sky can, too.
- was half in Spanish (and my pronunciations were actually better than the priest’s.)
- was on Palm Sunday, so extra things were going on that I had to kinda flow with.
- never had me bored. I was constantly slipping peaks at everyone elses’ books to see what page we were on, trying to read the mood of the congregation to know when to sit/stand/kneel. It was like Simon Says, Catholic edition.
- found me placed in the choir section by my friend’s grandmother when I haven’t actually sang in church in years.
- and I actually had my first desire to sing in church in years. The day that most Protestant services left behind the hymnal books was a sad day for me. I have a limited contralto, and the vocal cords of overzealous ‘praise leaders’ go places I cannot follow.
- and I had a pair of small boys sitting behind me who thought their discreet strokes of my hair went unnoticed….
- in which thanked my lucky stars that I remembered enough of the first part of the Nicene Creed (Lutheran style, though) to get me through trying to find the page in the book.
- topped with me even remembering what a Protestant should do for communion at a Catholic service.
Am I the only one who felt shades of Revolutionary Girl Utena in a couples shots of the latest Steven Universe episode?
From the general setting of the sword arena, to a few of the shots, and the style of the swords being fought with.
Felt like some homage was being paid to this really grand show, by another really grand show.