When I was about six years old, one of my favorite movies was a little film called THE CHRISTMAS TOY. Only, it also happened to scare the utter shit out of me, with its concept. For, you see, when the Jones’ leave the room, their toys come to fucking life.
The film opens with Kermit the Frog dressed as Santa Claus falling down the chimney, and into the Jones’ home. He explains how, in essence, whenever any of the human beings leave the room, the plastic and stuffed play things come to life. Apparently, they also like to sing, for as soon as Kermit peaces out, we get a musical number.
I had a very over active imagination as a child, and the premise of the film more then anything fucked with my head. So, wait, when I leave the room, my Ninja Turtles and my Fraggle Rocks will come to life?! And when I come back inside, they will go back to playing dead? What the hell, am I not cool enough for them to just talk and sing to me! Or, are they planning some kind of terrible plot against me, and they can’t talk about it in front of me! According to the plot if the toys are seen moving by humans, they become frozen. I’ll tell you, if I saw a stuffed animal come to life, I’d be frozen too; frozen in fear for my sanity.
I’m sorry, I love the toys and inanimate objects come to life films, but can you see how they might be disturbing to a small child who hasn’t yet solidified his sense of reality? Re-watching it, of course it just seems silly, but yes, I was also still a little freaked out. Fuck, there is a scene where one of the main toys, Rugby the Tiger, is spying on the adults from inside the closet! Tell me that Tiger doesn’t seem a little whacked out.
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