Tuesday, January 18, 2011
I have various cultural Canadianization projects in the works (2011 resolution? Learn to love hockey.), and I have my friend S to thank for introducing me to the wonder that is the rich Canadian animation tradition. (Among the things I didn't know until she told me is the fact that films in Canada used to - in recent memory - be preceded with some consistency by a domestically-produced animated short in the theatres. I thought this practice was a relic of a half-century ago, and had long been disgruntled by its passing.)
The first place S sent me was to "The Big Snit," in which a couple engage in a Cold War of eye-rattling and chair-sawing over a despair-inducing game of Scrabble. (I'm reminded of the sublime breakfast-table wars from Heaven can Wait.) And then it all ends, as it naturally would, the way Cold Wars threaten to end.
Here you have it: