So, how’s that for a mouthful of a post title?
When I asked Mike what movies he would like to watch with Zoe, the first one he mentioned was Bambi. (The second was Babe. Anyone see a theme here?) I had reservations, but when I found a VHS copy for twenty-five cents at a garage sale on Thursday, I picked it up. We started it Friday night and finished it Saturday morning.
The verdict: Zoe loved it, and I managed to cry without her noticing. (Pro Tip: Do not ask me to cry surreptitiously while watching Dumbo, however. That is not happening.)
And here’s the thing. I was crying for Bambi, of course, because it is terrible to lose your mother when you’re a child (especially when your father is no prince, even if he is the Great Prince of the Forest or whatever). But this time around, I was mostly crying for Bambi’s mom, because she will miss taking care of and taking joy in her baby.
And here’s the other thing. Have you ever noticed that the tragic “Where’s Bambi’s Mother?” scene happens in early spring? I noticed this for the first time, and I was shocked. “Who the heck is hunting out of season?” I shouted (in my mind, because Zoe got the idea that the other doe in the movie is Bambi’s mother, and who am I to argue with that?).
You may say that in the timeless world of Bambi’s forest, there is no such thing as hunting season. I thought about that. But then I remembered that even Pa Ingalls didn’t hunt deer in the spring, because he knew better than to shoot mothers whose young still needed them.
Of course, in a movie where owls, skunks, rabbits, and deer talk and make jokes and get twitterpated, maybe that level of realism is too much to ask for.
In which case, only one question lingers in my mind: What do you mean, Flower the skunk is a boy?
What childhood movies have you loved (or hated) watching as an adult?