A good bud of mine (Look Up!) sent me three classic short films, so I'm going to try to do some mini mini-reviews.
Paddle to the Sea (Bill Mason, 1966)
This is one of my wife's fave stories, not only when she was growing up, but right now, since she still uses it to help some of her weaker English readers to learn the language. What I was impressed by was the obvious love and care put into every part of the film. Paddle to the Sea is one helluva miniature wooden canoe with lead in its hull. The brave who pilots the craft is obviously very accomplished and proud.
The little boy who crafted him must have turned into my generation's Frank Lloyd Wright. Something else which I loved were some of the P.O.V. shots in the water. This film really was a labor of love and obviously took a lot of effort to create some fleeting moments which ultimately mean so much. I particularly love the snake and the frog.
White Mane (Albert Lamorisse, 1953)
In many ways, this beautiful film is reminiscent of
The Black Stallion. It's quite primitive and fueled completely by its elemental visuals and emotions. The narration seems to be almost redundant. I wouldn't be surprised if director Carroll Ballard screened this film several times before and while filming his version of the Walter Farley classic, and I'm sure he was peeking at it again in the editing room. The relationship between the boy and the wild horse is wonderful, and many of the "chase" scenes are exhilarating to behold in the rugged French countryside. This is one of the more exquisite B&W shorts I've watched, and the implication that adult men want to destroy what children want to protect still hits home to me.
The Red Balloon (Albert Lamorisse, 1956)
Well, this flick turns me into a blubbering idiot every time I watch it, and I saw it for the first time about 45 years ago at grammar school. If they give me a DNA test, they'll probably find a
Red Balloon gene in me because not only is this the first film I can remember watching INTENTLY, but it may well have been the first film to make me cry. Even now, I'm having a tough time trying to compose any rational thoughts or seeing through my blurry eyes (they need their own windshield wipers) to tell if I'm making any sense. It's a very simple film, and some cynics may shout "humbug!", but I hope that at least once in everyone's life they can be moved by sound and visuals over something so honestly simple. Apparently, most of the children in the U.S. who attended public school during the age of the projector have seen this film.
Note: If anybody thinks I'm over (or under) compensating, add a
to each film, but I'm just trying to communicate reality. That's why I believe ratings are less important than feelings.
After having watched these short wonders, which I will watch every year as long as I'm allowed to stay alive, I have one thought to add. When will somebody release the wonderful
The Golden Fish?