Saturday, October 3, 2009

Yellow Submarine (1968 film)

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Okay the Beatles only appeared in the last two minutes of the film and it wasn't their voices in the cartoon, but Audrey Hepburn didn't sing in My Fair Lady so I say they are even. It is a Beatles film, a mere technicality will not change that! Anyway as usual I will reminisce of my early adventures of watching this film. I would check out the video at the Springboro Public Library and view it alone while close relatives wondered what drugs I was on. Watching and listening to the Beatles Yellow Submarine I realized they shouldn't associate the Beatles with drugs, it just makes drugs sound more appealing! My favorite character in particular was Jeremy/Hilary/Boob/Ph.D aka the Nowhere Man. I related to him as any blogger would. As I write this I realize he's sort of a lovable Comic Boy Guy from The Simpsons and that reminds me DISNEY STOP RUINING EVERYTHING, YOU STOLE THE MUPPETS DON'T STEAL THE BEATLES TOO! Like you jerks don't make billions off of whoring out your regular hack. You don't make real family entertainment you suppress real family entertainment, buy it out or slander it. Warner Bros.' Looney Tunes, Dr. Seuss, Charles Schulz, Jim Henson all entertain families without talking down to them. 40 years ago the Beatles wouldn't be allowed in Disneyland and condemned as commie heathens by the Puritanical Mickey Mouse Club. Anyway the plot is perfect, the Beatles save Pepperland from an anti-musical, anti-peace, anti-love group of Blue Meanies. In their travels they discover no one is a nobody and everybody has a place and a purpose. I found a sense of security that I found in no other cartoon and when I got the DVD with the scene "Hey Bulldog" placed back in and the lyrics spoke to me (as I somehow wasn't familiar with that song even though my dad had every Beatles album on vinyl which I listened to constantly) Here are some of the lyrics that comfort me;

Child-like, no one understands
Jack knife, in your sweaty hands
Some kind of innocence is measured out in years
You don’t know what it’s like to listen to your fears
...
Big man (Yea), Walking in the park
Whigwam, frightened of the dark
Some kind of solitude is measured out in you
You think you know me but you haven’t got a clue

Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck never sung something so meaningful at least not to me!

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