mutluluk diye bir film izlemiştik nana, hatırlıyor musun? orada meryem ninesine “horozlar niye ötmüyor?” diye soruyordu, ninesi de “horozlar hep öter kızım ama kimi duyar kimi duymaz. sen sabahı görmek istemediğinden duymuyorsun.” gibi bir şey demişti. işte ben artık horozları duymuyorum.
The film begins in the London nursery of Wendy, John, and Michael Darling, where the three children are visited by Peter Pan. With the help of his tiny friend, the fairy Tinkerbell, Peter takes the three children on a magical flight to Never Land. This enchanted island is home to Peter, Tink, the Lost Boys, Tiger Lily and her Native American nation, and the scheming Captain Hook who is as intent on defeating Peter Pan as he is from escaping a tick-tocking crocodile.
Peter Pan was originally intended to be Disney’s second film after Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. However he could not get the rights until four years later, after he came to an arrangement with Great Ormond Street Hospital in London, to whom Barrie had bequeathed the rights to the play. The studio started the story development and character designs in the late 1930s and early 1940s, and intended it to be his fourth film, after Snow White, Bambi and Pinocchio.
During this time Disney explored many possibilities of how the story could be interpreted. In the earliest version of the story, the film started by telling Peter Pan’s back story. Walt also explored opening the film in Neverland and Peter Pan coming to Wendy’s house to kidnap her as a mother for the Lost Boys. Eventually, Disney decided that the kidnapping was too dark. In another version of the film, Nana went to Neverland with Pan and the Darling children, and the story was told through her eyes. In other interpretations of the story John Darling was left behind for being too serious, practical and boring.
It was not until 1947, as the studio’s financial health started to improve again after WWII, that the actual production of Peter Pan commenced, even though Roy O. Disney did not think that Peter Pan would have much box office appeal.\
Milt Kahl, the supervising animator of Peter Pan and The Darling Children, claimed that the hardest thing to animate was a character floating in mid air.
Rumor has it that Tinker Bell’s design was based on Marilyn Monroe, but in reality her design was based on Tinker Bell’s live-action reference model, Margaret Kerry. Margaret Kerry posed for reference film shots on a sound stage; the footage was later used by supervising Tinker Bell animator Marc Davis and his team when they drew the character. Like Kerry, Bobby Driscoll was both the live-action reference model, mainly used for the close-up scenes, and the voice actor for Peter Pan. Peter’s flying and action reference shots, however, were provided by dancer and choreographer Roland Dupree. Similarly, Hans Conried, the voice of both Captain Hook and Mr. Darling, also performed the live-action reference footage for those characters (it was one of the few elements left over from the play, that Hook and Mr. Darling were played by the same actor).
The film was a commercial success and was also the highest-grossing film of 1953. In 1955, it was reported that the film had earned $7 million against its budget of $4 million. Peter Pan was praised by most critics during its initial release. The New York Times gave the film a mixed review, praising the animation itself, but also declaring that the film was not really true to the spirit of the original Barrie play. Walt Disney himself was dissatisfied with the finished product, feeling that the character of Peter Pan was cold and unlikable. However, experts on J.M. Barrie praise this as a success, as they insist that Pan was originally written to be a heartless sociopath.
Peter Pan has been seen as racist in recent years due to the way Disney portrayed the Native American “Indians” in the film. They are displayed as wild, savage, violent and speak in a stereotypical way. These stereotypes are present in J. M. Barrie’s play. Marc Davis, one of the supervising animators of the film, said in an interview years after the production that ‘I’m not sure we would have done the Indians if we were making this movie now. And if we had we wouldn’t do them the way we did back then.’”
Today, I fucked up... by making an inappropriate joke to my nana...
During the past year, I’ve made a habit of spending Saturday nights with my nana in the assisted living complex where my parents abandoned her. On most of these visits, we watch a movie and then follow it up with an arousing post-film discussion. Accompanying each viewing is rigorous consumption on our part of contraband boxed wine that I sneak in beneath my skirt. It’s a great way to spend time together and I know it’s one of the highlights of her week (other than when her male friend, Roger, scores some Cialis), as well.
So my “fuck up” came last night. The film for this visit was The Theory of Everything. For those that may not have heard of it, it is the story of how Stephen Hawking invented time travel.
The film itself was - at best - slightly better than average. I think it could have been much better. There were no dance numbers or wheelchair chases. No sex whatsoever. And not a single after credits scene. How they plan to tie it into the rest of the Marvel Universe I’ll never know. Oh, well.
The performances, however, were outstanding. Eddie Redmayne - better known for his gangster rap albums - turned in a nearly perfect performance. The way he captured that famous Hawking drool made me forget I was watching a movie. My only issue with his portrayal of the famed scientologist was with the accent he chose to use. In the first and second acts, he sounded nothing like Hawking does in real life, though it must be noted he did rectify this problem towards the end.
During our white zinfandel-fueled post film discussion, nana and I talked about all of this and other things as well. I was after maybe nine Dixie cups of wine that I decided to make what I thought was a perfectly innocent joke. I went down as follows.
“I’m glad we both enjoyed the film, nana. I heard it got reviews.”
“Well, it doesn’t suprise me. Again, the lack of male frontal nudity was my only complaint.”
“Mine, too. But you know who didn’t like the movie?”
“Stephen Hawking himself.”
“Yeah. At the world premier, after the credits rolled, he was the only one that didn’t give it a standing ovation.”
I guess her time spent in senior citizen prison has caused her to lose her sense of humor because she did not look happy after I made the joke. There was a palpable chill in the air. And not the one I usually get on account of nana keeping her room at 59F all the time. No, this was a displeased chill. Didn’t even offer my any pudding when I left. I feel our relationship may have been irreparably damaged by my poor attempt at humor.
My only hope is she gets over it by next Saturday. That’s when I bring over a copy of 50 Shades of Gray, which I chose specifically because that’s how many shades of gray there are in nana’s wig.