I’m not too certain what made me thing about Yogi, but the smile that curled my lips when I did was immediate.
Saturday morning cartoons.
It was a ritual growing up. Two hours of nonsense where I could get lost in an animated world.
Characters got blown up, had humongous rocks fall on them and fell from cliffs regularly.
But they never died.
If a cat has nine lives then animated characters are indeed immortal.
Silly pranks were played. Scheming villains tried in vain to execute their various brands of treachery.
Every week their debauched visions were crushed by sly intellectual bunnies or awkward buffoonish bears.
Yogi and Boo Boo ruled ‘Yellow Stone National Park’ much to the chagrin of Ranger Smith.
This was and still is a sweet innocence for me. There was no hard sell.
It was always a simple formula, one that I came to expect and it was offered week after week, year after year, and it worked.
A capricious bunny, an enamored skunk, a witty road runner, a southern rooster or a hero of a mouse…just to mention a few.
We were blessed with so many lovely characters.
Back in the 1990’s though, we were all grown up and adult animation became a demand and began to move to the forefront.
Some of the creations were a delight. Pinky and the Brain, Future Cat & Friends are a few faves.
“The Simpsons” truly changed the landscape or animation.
Some very dark characters emerged during this time. Then gaming exploded.
I got to thinking of cartoon from the Merry Melody collection called ‘One Froggy Evening’ done in genuine black and white. It was likely produced in the 1950’s.
A man finds a frog who can sing like Pavarotti. Elated he thinks he’s struck gold. He advertises this and fills a concert house. The frog, however, will sing only for him…alone.
This has been a favorite of mine for a lifetime it seems. There is a joy in its simplicity that is so endearing to me.
These days its hard to find a cinematic production that is just plain old fun. Making movies is first and foremost a big business.
Last weekend as I was curled up suffering from a dreadful cold and convinced I would never smell the sweetness of a rose again. I watched ‘Guardians of Galaxy’. I enjoyed it. Now perhaps it was the fever but hell, there was a quirky innocence to each of the characters.
This doesn’t happen often in movies such as this for me.
It was silly, goofy and totally predictable, but what sold me was the depth of the characters. I liked them and wanted to get to know them better. When this happens I’m hooked.
I read an article about a year ago that stated that movies follow just twelve various formats. That’s it! And as I pondered this I likened it to be true.
Why is it that some movies just blow us away? Certain catch phrases are adopted or personality traits are adopted and emulated.
Others movies are forgotten before we leave the theatre.
Why did one leave an imprint and the other fade away?
This principle applies to the written word a well. Those books that capture our imagination and allow it to expand.
In a nutshell, it is character development and plot execution.
How do you take something that has been told a million times or more before and tell it again…originally?
What I’ve learned may sound simple but can really be the toughest thing you’ll ever do.
Tell your story as only you see it. That is what makes it unique because none of sees or feels the same about anything really. Individually we all have variations.
This perhaps, is the most endearing factor in the human equation to me.
Perfection is a myth.
Forgiveness is the key to freedom.
Love is absolute.
…and how each of sees the rise and set of each day is as infinite as the sky we gaze into each day and each night.