So Disney is opening a new picture this weekend. So Cartoon Network is cutting back on its programing. So Nickelodeon is doing something too.
If I were 8 years old I might care. By the time I turned 9, I had discovered the turntable and my father's record collection. I discovered a digestible artform which was mysterious and exciting, and artform which continued to speak to me as I matured.
Cartoons? Not so much.
And just as pop music loses its excitement, something unexpected comes along and reminds why its so powerful. The first time I heard Cornershop in 1995, even Belle and Sebastion (better than Disney, not up to Cocteau) a few years later, The Handsome Family's "Milk and Scissors"; these sounds and stories make profound visceral impact.
Animation has done that to me maybe four, five times. JJ Villard's "Son of Satan", Hubley's "Eggs" (not surprisingly, it was probably the music), Fierlinger's "Drawn From Memory".
Live film emotionally connects with mature audiences as a matter of course. When I hear people bemoan the goings on at Disney or another behemoth corporation that entertains toddlers it's hard to imagine any relevance to my life.