Pans Lybranth. I
really tried. I really tried hard to
like you. I tried so hard to find even
one little piece of you that I liked, that I could focus on and write about how
much I enjoyed this little portion of this movie but it never happened. I did not like you. Actually I hated you. A LOT.
If there is one movie genre I hate with every ounce of my
being it is any type of horror films.
The closest I get to watching a horror flick is the original, silent
film Nosferatu. Watching it is my annual
Halloween scare. I am not a big fan of
movies that have a lot of violence and blood and gore either. Everything about this film was more a horror
film to me more than anything else.
The Faun was scary to me.
I have seen images of them in art and books and I never liked them no
matter how happy the overall image it was in appeared. Have you ever taken a close look at a goat or
sheep’s eyes? They are kind of
freaky. In the head of a four legged,
furry farm animal, I do not see anything scary.
Those eyes in the head of some mythical creature who hides out in the
dark, having young girls go around doing stuff in very scary situations kind of
freaks me out.
Freaky eyes on a CUTE goat |
Same freaky eyes on a SCARY goat/human Faun
|
I also did not understand the guy with the eyes in his
hand. I am sure that there is some very
deep meaning behind this scene but this thing literally grossed me out that I
could barely pay attention to the scene.
I am sure that there was something meaningful behind the three grapes
that Ofelia ate and it being a reference to Eve eating the forbidden apple in
the garden of Eden but I was so freaked out by hand eye thing that I missed
anything else that might have been relevant.
This movie did make me think. It made me think about how young girls are
portrayed in stories or movies and it kind of made me mad. Why is it the young girl is always having to
prove something? Why is it the young
girl always has to be saved? It seems as
if from a very young age we are telling girls that they are less; less strong,
less smart, less independent. We are
telling them that no matter what they will always need to prove their
worth. At the same time we are pounding
into the brains of young boys that they are the better of the two sexes. They are more sought after, stronger and
smarter and will always be the one who comes to the rescue of some poor, weak
girl. It seems that right at birth we pigeon
hole the genders into specific roles with accepted children stories and
fantasies.
My husband wants to see this movie. I think I will watch it again with him to see
what I missed and to hopefully change my mind.
I will say that I dread it. I am
not looking forward to seeing it anytime soon but I will definitely give it another
go. It just seems like the right thing
to do.