Words and Thoughts: The Godfather, by Hayao Miyazaki
Hello again, alleged readers! You all know I’m a bit of a movie buff. I’m pretty sure I’ve told you about the time I watched one of The Godfather movies. And having watched one of The Godfathers, or at least most of one of The Godfathers, on account of during the part with Fredo there I took that phone call about a Pontiac I was trying to sell, but didn’t have just yet, because the guy I was getting it from was down in Tallahassee for two weeks, and I couldn’t get a hold of him, and he ended up staying down there on account of him getting a steady job bagging groceries and cart wrangling (that’s what industry insiders call bringing carts from the parking lot back into the store) over at the Winn-Dixie, and needing the Pontiac there to get to work, but I was still seeing if he had any other cars he ain’t want, but as previously stated I couldn’t get a hold of him to figure that out yet. Like I said, I’ve seen “The Godfather”, or at least most of one of The Godfathers, and I’m pretty sure that means I’m “into” movies as it were.
And anyone that’s “into” movies obviously isn’t worth a lick of sand (I imagine the price one could charge to lick sand would be very low, although I’ve never seen sand licking offered as a product or service in the wild, I imagine that if I did, the price would be very low, and thus suitable to compare to something that isn’t worth much. Not like a lick of strawberry jelly. That would be worth more than a lick of sand. The principles of comparative economics would almost certainly value a lick of jelly as greater than the value of a lick of sand). So, like I said, a true appreciator of movies isn’t worth a lick of sand if they haven’t seen Spirited Away, I’ve been told.
And Ol’ Stav is certainly worth equal or greater value than a lick of sand, so I sat down and watched “Spirited Away” by Ol’ Hayao Miyazaki. And having seen his other movie he’s got there, Pom Poko, I was frankly surprised by the conspicuous lack of both magic raccoons and magic testicles in Spirited Away. Spirited Away appears to have exactly zero visible magical raccoons, and exactly zero visible magical balls. And for someone that watched his other movie first, the one what with the aforementioned raccoons and sacks there, it was as much of a shock NOT having those in a movie as it was HAVING those things in a movie the first time watching Pom Poko. And I mean, to a Western audience, it absolutely is a bit shocking. If you haven’t seen the film, in a nutshell, no pun intended [SPOILER ALERT] basically Jonathan Taylor Thomas is a raccoon, and so are others, including J. K. Simmons, and humans come and mess everything up and start building offices too close to the ancestral homelands of the raccoons, so JTT and JKS there, I kid you not, fly around on their magical scrotums trying to scare the humans away, but then have to give up and take desk jobs [END SPOILER ALERT]. I can’t even begin to explain just how much I identify with almost ALL of that. However, as far as I can tell, there is NOTHING magical about my boys down there.
Anyway, like I said. I watched Spirited Away. It was good.
