Hey Kindertrauma, haven’t had anything good to report to you in awhile, but the other day during my humanities class I take at City College S.F., I remembered something horrible while we watched PINOCCHIO.
Most of the horrors I’ve experienced for some reason branch out from that film although I’ve never seen the connection ‘till now and I’ll just mention one of them.
There is a square quilt blanket PINOCCHIO sleeps with that I had as a child, which reminded me of something awful. After a dinner where I had spaghetti and meatballs and a cake and a bunch of other crap I can’t remember, I went to bed and had a terrible nightmare. I dreamt that I was eating the hugest strawberry chocolate chip cake (like a mountain-sized cake) and no matter what happened I couldn’t finish it.
While I was half asleep all I can remember was puking all over the quilt as I slept; puke and go back to sleep; puke some more. I slept under a mountain of my own puke and for some reason didn’t wake up until morning, maybe it was so heavy I couldn’t move and no one could help me, even though my sister was asleep in the same room.
Christ who would want to help me?
I have successfully avoided seeing PINOCCHIO since I was 3 or 4 years old when it horrified me in the theater and all the anxieties that I felt throughout my life were harnessed into reality and I forgot how dark and sinister most of that film was.
Then I wondered if kids today would not be so sheltered from reality then possibly they could learn something, either way it’s an important film. The reason we watched it during Humanities class was because my brilliant teacher saw a connection between Jesus and PINOCCHIO (both die and become resurrected, “to save one’s own life you must lose it.”)
Check it out again with this frame of mind and see what you get, it could also be applied to BRITNEY SPEARS puppet-like existence as well.
AUNT JOHN SEZ: Thanks for checking in Crankenstein of CRANKY TOWN. If it’s any consolation, the Vicar of VHS shares a somewhat similar aversion to this cautionary tale about a piece of wood who’s turned into a boy and then turned into a donkey before finally being turned back into a boy.