The Lorax

So, everyone loves Dr Seuss.  And much like how everyone has their favorite Ninja Turtle, everyone has their favorite Dr. Seuss book.  Mine was the Lorax- and this most likely shocks no one, as green as I am and whatnot.  I had a giant "Six by Seuss" book, and the Lorax was in it, then I had another strait-up Lorax book.  I loved them.  I read them far past the age where one would normally read Dr. Seuss.  I had the cartoon, the one that was made, I think, in the 70s, and I watched it until those little grey lines started popping up and destroying it.  I didn't much care for the Lorax's voice in the cartoon- it was to whiny.  I never saw him as someone who was just bitching at you, but as a strait-up threatening kind of warning.  But nonetheless, I loved that cartoon, and I loved that book.

So, I recently watched the new movie, and fell in love all over again.  There's not a character in the book that I didn't love, the Lorax, the cute little Barbaloots, the Swammy Swamns, the Humming Fish, and the Once-ler.  I actually liked the Once-ler because he was one of the few villains that figured out he fucked up.  True, he didn't figure it out quick enough, but at least there was some character growth there.

And I really like that the Once-Ler is given a more human identity in the movie. I know that Geisel left him purposefully ambiguous, but for the various folk all over the internet who keep insisting he's supposed to be a monster- that's simply not true.  Once-Ler is his name, not his species, and this is made clear, I believe in the line where he's kicking the Lorax out.

"Trees?  Trees?  You speak for the trees?  Well, I speak for men, and humanity's needs."  The Once-ler is now, and always has been, HUMAN.  His appearance in the book is not kept ambiguous in because he's a monster, but because it's supposed to allow everyone who reads it to see themselves reflected in him.  It's a story of how human greed blinds him to the plight of the ecosystem he destroys, which was a major problem at the time, and continues to be a major problem today.  It's a social commentary, which may be why it was my favorite book.  Seuss has said that he disliked how most books on the market treated  children like idiots.  He was a firm believer that kids could understand complex ideas, just as long as they were told with vocabulary that they could understand well enough to read on their own.  There are a lot of his books that teach lessons like this (Yurtle cost himself to, remember?  The douchebag turtle?) and that's one of the reasons that he's still beloved, and still relivent today.  Yes, these things were often silly and nonsensical, but they were, by their own logic, real.

So, I loved the actors. This Lorax, DeVito, sounded a lot more like the Lorax did in my head.  Like if you didn't get the hell out of his forest, he was gonna fuck your shit right up.  Not like he was begging you, but like he was warning you.  There were a couple really good songs- How Bad Can I Be is particularly catchy- I've still got the damn thing in my head, had to add it to my youtube playlist and re-listen to it to get it out.  The 3D was pretty good, but not right-over-the-top.  All in all, a really good re-telling of the classic tale.  Stuck as close to the book as you could imagine given that it had to be stretched to movie length, and actually much closer then some other Hollywood interpretations of classic Seuss tales. I was particularly glad that they decided not to go live-action on this one.  I think that the art style was much better for Lorax then live-action would have been.  All in all, an awesome experience.  And I had high hopes, like I said, it was my favorite Seuss book.  But I think you would like it even if it weren't already a favorite.  It's just a good movie.  It's just a good story.

Blog #1

Alright, I'm not gonna lie, I have a really bad track record with blogs.  Every time I create one, the poor thing lives a great life for a few months, and then died from neglect, rotting away in cyberspace like a comet- not Haley's, but one that no one really gives a shit about.  This is just as good a place as any to post my whereabouts and work, for anyone who may possibly give said shit, so that I may be fertile and grow from them, like those mushrooms that everyone loves.  Ask Mario.  He knows what I'm talking about.

Alright- now, here's my first bitch.  Where the hell did my subculture go?  Where is everyone I used to know and love.  From personal aquantinces, who I now only see over Facebook, who made high school bearable and college fucking great, are gone from my everyday experiences as we float through adulthood in veils of misery that are completely devoid of parties that started at one person's house and spilled over then entire apartment complex, where we would critique the paint-by-number Last Supper my brother got me, with all the symbolism of the one on the wall in Europe, the curoscuro that the copycat got right- to the famous artists who inspired me to create; Miyamoto's in retirement, Vasquez is- WTF is Mr. Scolex doing, directing live action or some shit?- McFarlane hasn't put out a decent comic since SPAWN- no more NightMares & FairyTales, no more Gloom Cookie, or Johnny, everything seems a shell of it's former self.  I refuse to believe that this is because we've grown up.  We still play Zelda, Pokemon continues to fly off the shelf, Miyazaki is still amazing.  But we haven't seen anything new and original and gritty like, say, Maxx in ages.  What are we doing?

We're still just as filled with angst as we once were.  We can still buy, beg, borrow, or steal black eyeliner that looks just as good on the lips.  We can still buy furniture upholstery fabric to make corsets and boots.  We can still live, rather then fade into the limelight.

I feel very 14 writing this.  And that made me think of Emily the Strange.  I know that she's just a rip off of Rosaline from Nate the Great- but when I was 13-14, I absolutely LOVED Emily- I think I still have some of the T-shirts and socks and whatnot.  She embodied everything that I already was somehow, a loner, a bitch, a scientist, and an animal lover.  But I never quite had the money to buy all her things, and as commercialism set in, and Reger gained more and more success, I became estranged from the whole thing in the way that you stopped shopping at Hot Topic when you realized that they were selling jeans and internet meme tank tops.  But I think I was wrong.  It was my apathy, ironically a trait that Emily and her ink encouraged, that led to my subculture's downfall.  It is for this reason, among others, that I present to you my newest patterns, for free, as thanks for all of you being there with me- watching the rise and fall of our outer selves, who may want to do something about it, to preserve our culture, if nothing else, then for our children- so that when they watch Repo Madness, they know that a distopia is nearly upon us; and we saw it coming.