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children of the moving image
Sep. 11th, 2008 08:40 amA while ago I wrote about Morgan's preference for Five Easy Pieces over The Bad News Bears.
A few weeks ago, flipping through movies on my Netflix queue in search of something the kids would enjoy, I tried to interest them in Those Magnificent Men In Their Flying Machines -- a movie I have not seen but one I was sure would interest them, especially Quinn. No luck. They could not be persuaded that it would be worth even a try.
What did they choose instead? Morgan looked through the entries on my queue and, after some deliberation, settled on The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser. I swear to God. They liked it, too. (Quinn had some trouble with the subtitles, but Morgan helped him out with those.)
These kids have always expressed a distaste for black-and-white and silent films, which breaks my heart. We have tried getting over that hump with some Laurel and Hardy and the like, but so far to no avail. I think I may have cracked that code last weekend, though, when Morgan reluctantly agreed to let me put on The Thief of Bagdad (the 1924 version). Within minutes he was laughing and bouncing at Douglas Fairbanks shimmying up a magic rope, and it kept both boys completely occupied through two and a half hours.
I can't really overstate how thrilled I am with this.
A few weeks ago, flipping through movies on my Netflix queue in search of something the kids would enjoy, I tried to interest them in Those Magnificent Men In Their Flying Machines -- a movie I have not seen but one I was sure would interest them, especially Quinn. No luck. They could not be persuaded that it would be worth even a try.
What did they choose instead? Morgan looked through the entries on my queue and, after some deliberation, settled on The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser. I swear to God. They liked it, too. (Quinn had some trouble with the subtitles, but Morgan helped him out with those.)
These kids have always expressed a distaste for black-and-white and silent films, which breaks my heart. We have tried getting over that hump with some Laurel and Hardy and the like, but so far to no avail. I think I may have cracked that code last weekend, though, when Morgan reluctantly agreed to let me put on The Thief of Bagdad (the 1924 version). Within minutes he was laughing and bouncing at Douglas Fairbanks shimmying up a magic rope, and it kept both boys completely occupied through two and a half hours.
I can't really overstate how thrilled I am with this.
