This short (well, 11 minutes is still short, just not short enough for our personal attention span) by Vicky Mather is being touted as the world’s first live-action stop-motion film.
By definition, then, it’s daring and innovative, and our viewing experience has been a lotta fun. We hope you’ll all watch for two reasons:
Drama, instead of telling us the whole of a man’s life, must place him in such a situation, tie such a knot, that when it is untied, the whole man is visible.
Leo Tolstoy
You know us. Political animals. Oh Yeah, right. (But life and death, especially how one of those states of being turns into the other, that’s something we can’t ignore.)
Anybody out there remember Archie Bunker?
Do schools help creativity or hinder it? If they don’t, what can we do to fix that? If they do, what can we do to make them help even more?
We’ll ‘fess up to the fact that TVWriter™ has absolutely no clue about how to answer those questions from anything other than personal/anecdotal evidence. For our staff, that evidence is overwhelming: All of the regular TVWriter™ minions feel that their kindergarten thru high school educations worked against their ability to create, especially as writers. But, hey, your experience, like your gas mileage, may vary.
Yes, it’s true. This is a greeting from the year in which I was born. But I only came in at the end of the year, I swear. 4 years later, in 1948, we got our first TV set and I discovered my favorite show:
That’s HOWDY DOODY, of course. With Buffalo Bob Smith on the left, Clarabell the Clown, AKA Bob Keeshan (Captain Kangaroo, later) on the right, and marionette Howdy in the middle.
That show meant everything to me. I remember watching it one day when I was 4 years old and praying that I’d never get any older…because I knew that when I did get older I wouldn’t love it anymore.