This was another of Taika at his best. Taking him back to his bittersweet indie roots, his storytelling and humanity shows through at every moment. A story of a 10 year old nazi youth in full swing of his country’s ideology indoctrination, he starts his journey with his invisible best friend Adolf Hitler (Taika Waititi himself) going off to Hitler Youth camp. His mother is a wild and endearing woman with a playful attitude during this horrible time of war. The movie starts off hilariously, but it takes a little bit of time to allow yourself to feel okay laughing at this side of the german war and this little boy who wants nothing more than to do right by his fuhrer. After a terrible (and hilariously acted) accident, and the discovery that his mother is hiding a young Jewish girl in their attic, his ideals are turned upside down to the thoughts on the war he has grown up with. It’s a simple message delivered in a way that tells you what you already know. Facism is bad. It’s a story that Taika tells us needs to be told over and over again, because people easily turn a blind eye to the horrors of humankind, but heart and love can prevail. Roman Griffin Davis and Thomasin McKenzie are a great pair and carry the film with warmth and wonderful comedic scenes, but it’s Scarlett Johansson who leaves us with the memory of what it means to be on the right side of humanity, and to take life as it comes and teach your children what you can, when you can. Even surrounded by well-known and substantial actors, these two children stand out and bring the movie’s warm embrace. Taika is never afraid to lead with a joke, but he always takes the time to bring his message of humanity home by hanging on the sad moments of life too, not jumping over life’s tragedies to get to the next one-liner. He balances the good with the bad perfectly, leaving you walking away with a warm feeling in your belly.
If you need a new list of books to read this summer, get on these before the awards in August!
Which have you read? Who do you think is going to win for Best Novel?
The Calculating Stars, by Mary Robinette Kowal (Tor)
Record of a Spaceborn Few, by Becky Chambers (Hodder & Stoughton / Harper Voyager)
Revenant Gun, by Yoon Ha Lee (Solaris)
Space Opera, by Catherynne M. Valente (Saga)
Spinning Silver, by Naomi Novik (Del Rey / Macmillan)
Trail of Lightning, by Rebecca Roanhorse (Saga)
Click here to see the rest of the categories and nominees!
Check out one I really enjoy, Beneath Ceaseless Skies. They have so many stories, many of them fantasy and second world based, and have been around for a decade. A large selection of their stories also come as podcasts to listen to!
Do you have any other lists of websites like this one? I’d love to see your favorites!
This week some of my family’s history was destroyed.
The Pillsbury mansion on Lake Minnetonka was somewhere I always wished to have visited to see some of my family’s history.
It was my 3rd Great Uncle that built the place, and it was truly beautiful. I had hoped that there would be a greater effort made to keep the piece of history and save this century-old home.
So rare it is to have pieces of our history last into each new generation that jumps through the centuries. Less becomes tangible and more sits on hard drives. As our generation gets older and it is time for us to pass on to our children the trinkets and memories of our past, what will they be? A jump drive full of websites and Instagram accounts? Screenshots of Top 20 lists and favorite memes? Even then, the small act of handing something over to our children will need not be, as they can just pull it up with the click of a button. As boxes of antique silverware and spoon collections disappear into the ages of yore, what will we have to pass on to ours?
Is there something tangible you collect or have now that can be sent along the lines of your ancestry to link us to the future? What trinkets of your life will be passed on to future generations?
Amazing and inspiring.
Imagine what the aurora must look like from a planet such as SIMP? A planet where the Sun would be the size of a pin head as it looked towards our Solar System.
Between definitions, not quite a planet, not quite a failed star known as a brown dwarf.
It sits, in the dark, wondering where it belongs and how it fits in to the rest of the universe.
Do you think it drifts ever closer to our family, wanting desperately to be a part of our spinning neighborhood? Or do you think it is happy to be where it is, cautiously looking on, almost invisible, as it watches the rest of the planets plunder ungraciously around a spherical fireplace that wants nothing but to burn us all to dust?
Does it have machinations of being something more? What would we see upon it if we were to sit on its surface?