I wrote yesterday, in a sanguine manner, of not making resolutions for myself. But this morning, still under the weather, I have decided to contradict myself. I will maker a resolution, dammit. Why not? So for this year I resolve to read all of the Roald Dahl books that I missed as a kid. I don’t know how I didn’t come across them in my rabid reading days as a child. I would have loved them, I’m sure, with their dark humor and their sense of ethereal justice. I mean who didn’t feel a little better when Veruca Salt got hers at Willy Wonka’s factory?
I decided on this resolution after recently viewing the film version of The Fantastic Mr. Fox, a stop-motion animation from director Wes Anderson who made one of my favorite films, Rushmore, as well as a handful of other quirky, funny, bittersweet films. His debut film, Bottle Rocket, is a little known charmer.
I don’t ususally like to suggest films for anyone because, like any artform, it is highly subjective. I like what I like and you like what you like based on a whole series of personal preferences and opinions and often that which triggers my emotions may seem silly or shallow to you. But I highly recommend The Fantastic Mr. Fox. It is smart and funny and just a lovely film.
So, there. Anyway, I am off to search for more of Mr. Dahl’s work.
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