Thursday, October 13, 2005
Following a few of the comments after the Wallace and Gromit post, I’ve been thinking about why I do like them. Partly it is because they remind me of childhood, of films watched with parents; in my old age I have become ridiculously melancholy and sentimental, and I find the plasticene helps. Part of it is that they portray a world where the sixties never happened (some say, “the North”): as we all know, with the exception the albums Frank Sinatra made with Antonio Carlos Jobim and Duke Ellington, nothing culturally worthwhile has been produced since 1959. There was a time when the barbarians were without and the gates were still sturdy.
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