My daughter doesn't like movies. The accumulation of adversity and being scared for the protagonist is too much for her. We're working on conquering her fears. She gets afraid on our walks by the lake because ... She can't say why. It's the fear of the unknown, fear of monsters, fear of her own anger. But we're walking around the lake and she's gradually getting to know it more and more.
Raya and the Last Dragon is an fascinating movie. I think it's amazing that there are so many female heroine. I was trying to think of the first movies I could think of. My parents took me to Murder on the Oriental Express, obviously to save money on a sitter, probably cheaper for a ticket. And I was a good little boy who just sat there. My kids would make such a fuss if they were not getting something developmentally appropriate--and I guess that's good. Maybe the movie was The Sting. I don't know I can't find a version that isn't 1937.
My sons watched movies, I've watched Cars and Nemo and other movies over and over again. My daughter just wants to watch My Friends Tigger and Pooh over and over again. She watched about 50 minutes of Raya before she got overwhelmed.
The first kids movie I can remember is Bad News Bears. I showed my sons that one. They liked the movies I showed them. They loved Star Wars to the extent that my son grew an Anniken tail. So cute. They liked those movies, the prequels, that most fans didn't like. My daughter could like the new ones, the last set, but she didn't really watch the first three when I showed them to her, and she wasn't at all surprised or upset that Darth Vader was Luke's father.
I'm afraid I have the urge to utter the cliche, "kids today don't know how good they have it." Of course there are other pressures.
Children have lost their families to Covid, there are Covid orphans. They will not be having the happy ending of Raya.
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