I didn't expect to be moved by an animation, but I was!
Not a good start
For a lady who dislikes all fantasies
But those in her own head.
An animated film!
Worse and worse.
However, Grandmothers must suffer for their art.
'What art, for goodness sake?'
The art of being a Good Grandmother, silly!
(Note the capitals!)
In forty years I want Blake to say
'My Grandmother was wonderful.'
Well, she was.
She took him to see 'Wall-E'.
I could have done without the whizz-bangery.
I was repelled by the fat humans.
Maybe it was the backdrop.
Maybe the derelict and devastated Earth
Was less Cartoon
And more Dreadful Warning.
How could love blossom amid such nothingness?
That coquettish tear-shaped lady
Flitting away in UFO manner!
Her almond eyes, blank,
Yet suffused with meaning.
Her palour, her grace, her femininity.
That stumpy little rust-bucket of a lover,
With his angular, awkward hands
And his movable feast of eyes.
Able to express any emotion on Earth.
Or out of it.
Then there was the plant,
Not gloriously bushy
But pleading for life.
And the film and its music,
Already of a past age,
An age more innocent and childlike
Whatever it was,
I wept at two robots falling in love!
No, let me correct that ....
I wept at an artist's version
Of two robots falling in love!
Somehow, this little frippery of a film
Touched me deeply.
May it affect you all the same way.