The, um, dare I say it, more sensual Bagheera from the USSR's version of the Jungle Book, Mowgli's Adventures (1967-1973) |
Like kimchee, in one of its many flavors. Or taking a train somewhere on a whim without any reservations or maps. Or exploring the vast array of films that Bollywood's tried and tested industry (Bride & Prejudice does not count) has to offer.
Soviet animation is one of those things. It's taken me some fits and starts, but every time I return to the youtubes and try another film, I feel really rewarded. Now it's starting to become an addiction (like I need another one of those). But seriously get addicted. Like, now.
As a kid, I much preferred Vuk: The Little Fox (Hungary, 1987), to Disney's The Fox and the Hound. |
Some Russian animation is bizarre (to me at least) and utterly unique to itself, and some of it is like a vivid dream populated by Disney characters who've been to some kind of Russian re-socialization camp. They look similar, but when you expect them to turn right, they turn left . . . and when you expect them to go dark they go comedic.
Anyway, as I attempt to acquaint myself with more Russian animation (and there's a whole lot of it), I find that I appreciate the weird. But given the last year I spent bingeing on Indian cinema, I feel a lot more comfortable with weird than I used to.
Cheburashka [the furry one who might be a botched Teddy Bear] and Crocodile Gena (1967) |
These are stop-motion characters for children following traditions of Russian literature . . . trying to tackle social problems, anarchists, personal isolation, and loneliness. How awesome is that? Or maybe it's just about a group of creatures who happen to become friends. You can take it however you like.
[Side note #2: I wish I had the money to fund a study measuring a "boredom quotient" before and after a person begins a steady diet of foreign cinema. I swear apathy and discontent would decrease by a significant percentage. It's good for the mind to indulge in that which is odd and outside one's comfort zone. I mean, you'd really think that it would take too much effort to invest in art and stories you have no context for, but if it's beautiful and well-made, the comfort zone factor can be easily discarded. And if it's not beautiful or well-made, you can still sometimes find some treasures in the rubbish pile.]
The Snow Queen (1957) |
Time to resume my very pleasant search for more, more, more . . .
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