Our old web was never worth all that much. Mom always said that it never caught anything but dust and Dad and Dad was barely enough to sustain a clutch of eggs. You’d think a window web would prosper but no, it was a waste land. I had a whole passel of sisters when we hatched, but when you live in a desert, you make do. Between Mom and me, my sisters lasted a while. Dinnertime was always a family affair.
Now nothing is left. Time to move on. Thanks Mom. You were great.
This short animation, directed by Phuong Mai Nguyen, written by Phuong Mai Nguyen and Patricia Valeix, is told from the point of view of the child, but the focus is the mother. It’s not the usual sentimental single mom cliché.
I have mixed feelings about movie trailers. With DVDs, I usually watch them without the sound. It’s better that way, usually. And music videos… need I repeat that I don’t like ’em?
That said, I was visiting Roy Edroso’s blog recently, part of my weekly list of reading. If the name sounds familiar, Edroso was a columnist for the late Village Voice where he covered and made fun of the conservative commentariat. He still does that on his blog and he has a newsletter you can subscribe to… which I would do if Social Security paid more than the rent… but what I was getting at is: His post for Friday, April 26, had embedded music from one of my favorite films, Sylvian Chomet’s The Triplets of Belleville.
When it was first released in 2003, something resembling the following clip was used as a trailer.
I was instantly hooked and actually went to see it at an actual movie theatre. However, some folks could easily freak out over this particular presentation, so SONY is using this as the official promo:
Unlike most movie trailers, you’re not likely to learn just what the movie is all about from either of these. But you will get a taste and, yes, the movie has a sweet, sentimental and totally bizarre story to tell.
It was also released on DVD and you may be able to find it in that format — I’ve not checked — but it is available online from Amazon Prime Video, Vudu or iTunes.
In her later years — about the time I left for college as I was an accidentally late child — my mother took up painting. She started with paint-by-numbers kits, but eventually went on to copy scenes from magazines. This is one of her works, done in acrylic.
“A short comedy about a secret division of the United States Postal Service.”
National Letter Carrier Day isn’t until February 4, and this is just too bizarre to keep until then. Hats-off to letter carriers everywhere, who generally do an amazing job, except on those occasions when they do not.
Beyond that, I’m not sure what to say about this delicious bit of video. Maybe mumble something about how we try to find meaning in life and how mutable that meaning is — or is not.