Archive | October, 2010

The Rooney Saga

22 Oct

If you follow soccer at all, or simply watch sports center, or even have any concept of what goes on in the sporting world, I assume that you are aware of the drama that centered around Manchester United this past week. Our dear old friend Wayne Rooney has had a tough year, plagued with media scandal. Of course it is all his doing. When you have an affair with a “high class” hooker you will receive absolutely no sympathy from me. Lets get something straight, I loved Rooney. Last season he was a goal scoring machine and seemed incredibly passionate in his game play. This season, well, the affair did not help his case, but his lackluster effort made it worse. Because of his questionable off-field antics, prior to the events this season, I was already looking elsewhere to place my football devotions.
Unfortunately just ignoring him wasn’t possible. He plays for my favorite club and the England national team, therefore, every match I watch basically involves him. If all this wasn’t bad enough, this week happened.
Here is a quick time line of the events:

TUESDAY OCTOBER 12: Rooney, so often the spark, is subdued and out of form against Montenegro at Wembley. Leaving targetman Peter Crouch isolated, he huffs and puffs but never looks like opening up a disciplined defence.

– After the match Rooney says he is fully fit, contrary to the claims of his club manager Alex Ferguson, who had blamed the striker’s poor form on an ankle injury.

SATURDAY OCTOBER 16: Rooney is confined to the bench as Manchester United throw away a 2-0 lead to draw 2-2 with West Bromwich Albion.

SUNDAY OCTOBER 17: United issue a statement rejecting as nonsense suggestions that the striker is to be sold in the January transfer window.

TUESDAY OCTOBER 19: Ferguson holds an extraordinary news conference in which he speaks candidly about Rooney’s desire to quit Old Trafford, sending shockwaves around the footballing world.

– Ferguson says Rooney will not play for Manchester United against Bursaspor in the Champions League on Wednesday because of an ankle injury.

WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 20: Rooney issues a statement confirming he wants to leave Manchester United, blaming the club’s lack of clout in the transfer market for his desire to quit Old Trafford.

THURSDAY OCTOBER 21: United call for supporters to be patient after a series of meetings over Wayne Rooney’s future at Old Trafford.

– Ferguson meets with chief executive David Gill and Rooney’s representatives.

FRIDAY OCTOBER 22: Rooney agrees a deal that would keep him at the club until at least June 2015.

As you can see Rooney caused a great deal of trouble not only with fans but the whole Manchester United organization. For shame Roon. I cant say I’m happy he signed, I honestly would have preferred him to make for the continent and never return. All he can do now, I suppose, to appease unhappy fans like me is return to form and stay out of trouble. I hate to say it but great athletic performance erases all past infractions. Look at Kobe Bryant. His reputation appeared to be permanently tarnished by his extramarital affairs, but a few rings later and he is back to being the face of the NBA and a heavily sponsored player. Even Tiger Woods which is a much more recent example. The difference being that Tiger slept with upwards of 20 different women, he wins. But other than the consistent cracks and laughable moments in the Tiger scandal it is basically over. Why? Because people don’t want to think about how their sport heroes actually are. As far as many are concerned their play speaks for all aspects of their lives.
I am not saying I am immune to this trend either. If there is one thing that disgusts me most in the world it is a cheating man. I think it is unforgivable. Yet, I seem to have this naive notion that it doesn’t happen as frequently as it actually does, especially among celebrities and athletes. The person they are on film and in magazines or on the playing field is not who they are. There is a real person living behind that disguise and many times they end up being a victim of the lifestyle. If I ruled out every player who had an affair I would have no one left to cheer for. Kobe, Magic, MJ, Beckham, Gerrard etc etc.
So I do condemn Rooney for his off field “affairs” but at the end of the day I am realistic enough to dismiss it and look at him subjectively as a player. However the major issue here is that he’s not much better on the either front.
Basically I don’t condone this behavior from anyone, especially those heavily displayed in the media. They must understand they have the responsibility as public figures to be positive examples. Rooney’s diva behavior distracts from the reason we follow sports. Not for the drama off the field, but the glory on it. Athletes need to smarten up and prove that they have some sort of appreciation for being payed vast sums of money in return for playing a game they supposedly love.


Life on the Mississippi

22 Oct

Think to yourself, is there anything more exciting than a required reading for a class? Well…yes, actually waiting for a bus is probably more exciting. For some reason, although I absolutely love sitting down to a great novel, I find no enjoyment is reading required texts for school. The one exception to this rule was when I had Austen on my reading list, then I had no trouble tearing through Persuasion for the second time.
Anyway, for my American Literature class I was assigned Huckleberry Finn. Surprisingly I had not read this American classic, although I had always desired to. Now unfortunately it came to me under the stigma of class related material, for shame. I admit (with great shame) that I still haven’t completely finished. I am about 40 pages off, however, had I not encountered the assignment deadline today I would have sincerely attempted to complete it. The great thing about this novel, because although I didn’t finish it I have truly enjoyed it, was my relation to the setting. When I was younger I went on a trip to the Mid-West. My family and I traveled to Illinois to stay with my Uncle who lived there at the time. We went to Chicago, ate deep dish and also went across the border to Missouri. In Missouri we actually visited Hannibal, the boyhood home of Mark Twain and the setting of Huckleberry Finn. Most of the activities we engaged in were in fact related to the Adventures of Tom Sawyer, however I had a great taste of small town America. So while I didn’t finish the novel, I am one step ahead of all of you.
Just as a quick side, I want to say that I adored Huck’s character. He is completely unaware of how essentially good he is. He fails to recognize that when he fails to conform to the ideologies he thinks are correct, he is in fact, well, correct. He is capable of independently adapting his notions based on experience. Ironically, when he thinks he is making a bad choice, it is always the right one. He condemns himself because society has taught him otherwise, however, internally he recognizes that his heart would not have allowed him to act any other way.
Of course, when granted assigned reading, there is always a catch. Nothing in school is designed for pleasure. Last night I spent a decent amount of time writing out a paper analyzing the Huckleberry’s social and moral development. I wont post the whole paper, because there are those who in a late night crunch type “huckleberry finn” and “essay” into the Google and luckily come across suckers like me who post a fantastic paper online. So you lucky bastards who find this, and pluck from my thesis, just know that you got an A because of me. You may not cite me on your paper, but cite me in your hearts. So here is my intro and first body paragraphs, sans the page numbers of quotations (Im going to make you little buggers work for it)

Huckleberry Finn experiences more than escapism and freedom on the majestic Mississippi River. He is constantly faced with obstacles that challenge his beliefs and preconceptions of society and morality. Prior to his escape, Huck faces strong attempts on the part of middle-class white society to make him conform to certain moral standards. The Widow Douglas, who refers to Huck as “a poor lost lamb,” attempts to give Huckleberry an idealistic, middle-class upbringing, however, Huck distrusts the morals and pretensions of a society that treats him as an outcast. Huck’s apprehensions about adopting pre-formed social notions allow him to make unique observations based on his own beliefs and morals. Upon his adventures down the river, his youth and questionable upbringing allow him to establish opinions free of white, southern indoctrination, he learns from his past and is forced to make decisions based on his own logic and conscience, and his developing relationship with Jim leads him to question social values, especially those regarding race and slavery. His journey forces him to make decisions based on his experience, logic, and his ever growing conscience. Huck progresses into an independently thinking individual, forming his own opinions based on what he believes, not on what he has been taught to believe.

Huck’s youth and upbringing are important factors in his moral development throughout the novel. He was not brought up in a stable home, nor was he educated thoroughly on common white ideology. Because of this, he is very open minded and forms conclusions based on his inner convictions. The Widow Douglas tries in earnest to reform Huckleberry by introducing him to Christian ideology. He has obvious convictions about her teachings. His hesitation is obvious when he questions her devotion, stating, “[h]ere she was a bothering about Moses, which was no kin to her, and no use to anybody, being gone you see”. His practical view of religion discourages any interest, instead he determines that he should be encouraged to enjoy activities he deems worthwhile, such as smoking. The Widow’s strong attempts to change Huck are viewed unfavourably when he explains, “she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways…I couldn’t stand it no longer, I lit out”. Her attempts are in vain because, as Huck describes, her ideologies did not correspond with his. In contrast with his friend Tom Sawyer, it is easy to see how free thinking Huck really is. Tom is a wonderful portrayal of a white, middle-class upbringing. Tom does not take time to question morality or consequence when making a decision. Although he is completely aware that Miss Watson has died and Jim is free, he allows the charade of Jim’s rescue to continue for completely selfish reasons, exclaiming, “Why I wanted the adventure of it; and I’d a waded neck-deep in blood to”. Upon Tom’s confession, Huckleberry asks himself, “how he could help a body set a nigger free, with his upbringing,” and concludes that, indeed, Tom would not have had a moral reason to release Jim. It is apparent that the absence of a strong moral influence in Huckleberry’s youth has encouraged an ability to form his own beliefs, whereas, Tom Sawyer, a boy with a stable upbringing is unable to form unique opinions. Huckleberry’s youth gives him an open mind, just as Tom Sawyers youth makes him susceptible to the indoctrination he was raised on.
A factor in the development of Huckleberry’s character and moral conscience in the novel is the experience that he gains from the adventures on the river. His time spent with the King and Duke has the greatest impact on the formation of his concept of common morality. Initially, Huck allows the two con-men to have their way and swindle town after town. Huck is very aware of the nature of the men, stating, “these liars warn’t no kings nor dukes, at all, but just low down humbugs and frauds,”however, he does not let on that he is wise to their game merely because, “then you don’t have no quarrels, and don’t get into no trouble”. When the King and Duke proceed to con the young girls out of their uncle’s estate, Huckleberry feels he may no longer feign ignorance. He realizes he has allowed these men to take advantage of too many during the course of their acquaintance, saying to himself, “this is another one that I’m letting him rob her of her money”. His failure to intervene in the preceding events has made him feel “so ornery and low down and mean,” and as a result, he decides that he will “hive that money for them or bust”. Another important choice Huck makes due to experience is the decision to turn down Aunt Sally’s offer of adoption. He is aware that living with Aunt Sally will not differ from his time with the Widow Douglas. His time on the river and the experience he gained through his many adventures has allowed him to establish his own set of opinions and moral guidelines; therefore, any attempt to conform to Aunt Sally’s ideologies would be in vain. Huckleberry’s adventures granted him the ability to learn from his experiences and apply his observations of morality and social infractions to new situations……….

So there you have it. Hope you have enjoyed my scholarly (most likely boring) analysis of Mr. Twain’s masterpiece. It is my sincere hope that I can engage in some recreational reading soon so I can post some more book reviews up on here.

Live in 2010

20 Oct

It is not quite the end of 2010 yet, however, I know my chances of catching any more live shows is low. Basketball, you see, interferes with the concept of free time and recreational hours. In fact, just last evening I had free tickets to a show I had acquired through a local radio station. The show itself was nothing of consequence to me, Anberlin and Civil Twilight, but I figured, hey they’re free. Unfortunately fate tossed me a cruel card and my school work did not allow me to have a night out. If it were a more desirable show however, I am sure I would not have found some way to make it. But I digress. This year has been a coming out party of sorts for me. Prior to it, I had very little experience within the realm of live music. Beyond Britney Spears and Backstreet Boys, the only credible concerts I had attended were that of Coldplay and Bloc Party. Those were a great starting point, however, I craved more. Live music is unparalleled and once you get a taste you want more and more. Fortunately this year I found many opportunities to get out there and see my favorite bands perform. The experience of live music compared to a record is so pure. The emotion is raw, you actually get to see the effect the music has on its creators. Nothing makes a great show like an overenthusiastic front man, or even keyboardist doing a questionable jig in the back. No matter how shitty that bands brand of music may be for a live setting, as long as they have charisma and energy, it is a great show.

My first show of the year was unquestionably the best. Perhaps it is my own bias saying this, but regardless, it was incredible. I saw Muse for the first time on March 29 at Rexall Place, Edmonton. Now, I had bought the tickets back in December, and the three month wait was excruciating. This is a band that I am in almost sick admiration of, a band I listen to without fail at least once a day, a band who I have spent copious amounts of money on music and merchandise from. By the time the day actually I arrived I just remember sitting at my desk, a nervous knot in my stomach, staring at the clock. I had general admission tickets, therefore I wanted to show up early to get right to the barrier, and right in front of dear old Matt Bellamy. I left the house at 1. Doors opened at 6. Not a moment I’m proud of. In fact, I didn’t even get to the barrier. Due to unforeseen circumstances and ass holes making their way to the doors after showing up minutes before, I ended up about three rows back after waiting 5 hours. Well, this was still not enough to put a damper on my mood. Once in, I waited patiently for the opening act, Silversun Pickups, who may I add were exceptional. Once they were finished however, I was chomping at the bit for the boys to get out on stage. I had been peeking at past setlists and youtube videos, so I had an idea of what was coming, but still, experiencing it in person was incredible. Three enormous towers filled the stage area, and once the curtains dropped and Muse was revealed, they immediately fell into their smash single Uprising. I screamed with the power of an 11 year old girl who sees Justin Bieber on her front porch. I don’t think my voice really last beyond the first song, but it didn’t matter, I kept singing in my head the whole night. I was jumping up and down, waving my hands, hugging strangers and grinning from ear to ear. When they strayed from the usual and played Bliss, I once more produced a shriek of epic proportions. When they played another rarity Ruled By Secrecy, I seriously began to question the ability of my heart to carry me through the remainder of the show. The show was so over the top, so loud, so filled with cliche images of stadium rock, and so incredibly life changing. Seeing a band you love live can be a gamble at times. Some just do not perform in a live setting. There was no fear of this happening with Muse, after all, they have had numerous awards for their live act. I was not disappointed. Even better was the fact that I had tickets for the next night in Calgary. So the next morning I hopped on a plane and jetted off to see my favorite rock stars again. This time, due to unbelievable fatigue (after the show the night before I wrote an assignment until 4am), I decided to show up only 15 minutes before doors opened. I had seen them the night before and was unconcerned with where I stood, I knew the show was great from any vantage point. However, due to some divine interference, and my quick legs, my brother and I made it to the barrier. Front and center. I could hardly believe my luck. This time when Muse came out I was right in the action. When Bellamy knee slid in the heat of New Born, I was right there staring straight into his eyes *sigh*. There were no special rarities on this night, I did however get to hear a favorite, MK Ultra. The best part of the night, aside from getting a brilliant view of all things Matthew Bellamy, was receiving a set list at the end of the show. My little treasured souvenir.

So Muse started off my musical year with a definite bang. And after their show I knew I needed more. As I discovered through research and a keen following of the musical universe, there are a great deal of music festivals during the summer. Many were slightly far or lacking in great artists, but I came across Sasquatch. It was located in Washington and starred the likes of Mumford & Sons, The National and Vampire Weekend to name a few. My sister and I made and plans, and before I knew it, we were making a 12 hour drive to Quincy Washington!
Any plan I had of getting drunk and fulfilling the the intoxicated ideal of the festival experience was lost soon after the first night. I was tired, cold, and hated the idea of any form of hangover affecting my musical experience. The first day of the festival was the best. It had about 80% of the shows I wanted to see. When we entered the venue, I was struck by the beauty of the setting. It is located right in a majestic river valley. The sun was shining and reflecting off the surface of the valley walls and rushing water. I don’t think any setting could every compliment a live music experience as this had. More than almost an other band, I was hoping to see Mumford and Sons, and fortunately for me, they had a 1:00 set time. Before they came on however, I was surprisingly treated to Laura Marling. Incredible voice, and seriously trendy.
As good as Laura was, I came there for Mumford. I described the setting earlier, and if you are familiar with their music at all, you can imagine how perfectly it complemented the show. The band came out, dressed in 30s type clothing, equipped with acoustic guitars and a banjo. The played a set list full of uplifting, toe stomping tracks, which in many cases had tears in my eyes. I am not ashamed to admit I was tearing up for most of the set, they are just too beautiful. So need I say, Mumford and Sons was an absolutely unforgettable musical experience, and I can check off seeing one of my favorite bands live.

The rest of the day was filled with great bands and exploring new music. Local Natives and Tallest Man on Earth left me extremely satisfied. Throughout the rest of the two days I saw a memorable array of bands.
Ok Go, Broken Social Scene (delightfully surprising), Vampire Weekend (Just as good as I always imagined, and very cute in their oxford shirts), Kid Cudi, The XX, LCD Soundsystem, Massive Attack and finally the National. The National was the second band that made me endure the long winded drive to Washington. I was unsure how their live show would stand up, especially in that type of venue. They are generally very melodic and emotional. I imagined them playing in a small venue while pretentious listeners with cocktails in hand bob their heads ever so slightly. I was proved wrong. Even though Matt Berninger walked on stage in a three piece suit, he rocked harder than any other lead man I’ve witnessed. He looked so emotional up there, so affected by his music. He screamed into the microphone, lept into the crowd, and chugged from a bottle of wine with every free opportunity. He had everyone singing along and dancing to music that had no right causing that type of reaction. Once more, an incredibly memorable experience of seeing a favorite band for the first time.

After Sasquatch, I saw One Republic and also attended Sonic Boom where I watched Wintersleep, Mother Mother, Tokyo Police Club and Weezer to name a few. All those shows were well done, but definitely could not compete with those earlier in the year. The last concert I went to (and as far as I’m concerned if its the last of the year I will have no regrets) was Arcade Fire. Once more, the show was made by the charisma of all the components on stage. They danced in questionable manners and continuously explored the stage for different instruments to play. They also had myself, and the remainder of the crowd dancing and singing non stop, especially when they played songs like “Rebellion”.
My year was made by live music, and hopefully it continues into the next. I’m hoping to see some of the bands again, and possibly explore new ones. So many artists, so little time (and money). I also hope to return to Sasquatch again this summer and possibly make Coachella if it can fit in my exam schedule. Regardless, Muse, Mumford and National, I am coming for you again.

MLB Playoffs

20 Oct

Its the time of year when we are on the cusp of college basketball season, and only have the pleasure of watching football and soccer on weekend afternoons. I miss prime time sports. I miss sitting down to my dinner and watching sporting heroics with a guilty dismissal of the pile of work on my desk. Yes, there is the choice of hockey, but truthfully, I would rather watch Glee of Vampire Diaries. Fortunately for me, my itch has been scratched by a dear friend I had long forgotten, baseball. During the regular season I lose most interest in Americas favorite pastime, mostly due to the fact that 120+ games takes much of the excitement out of anticipating games. So, although I can be caught checking Bostons position in the AL East, my attention is elsewhere in the sporting world.
Now, until Saturday, I must admit that I didn’t even realize the playoffs were even happening. I believe I heard a buzz or two about them but disregarded any news because frankly, no Boston, no fun. By chance however, my teammate switched on the television to watch the Yankees/ Rangers match up. I will never turn down a chance to see the Yankees lose, especially in the postseason. The Yanks did win that night thanks to one good inning in 9, however I was struck by the forgotten excitement of playoff baseball. I found myself looking forward to the next game, and wanting to watch the other playoff series.
The last time I truly followed playoffs was when the Boston Red Sox won the world series. That was obvioulsy some time ago, and this could never match that, but my goodness the excitement is palpable. If anything comes out of this, it will at least be that I killed some more time before the Devils start playing again and that I found a fresh form of procrastination. Who knows, in the future I may even for the game more seasonally. If there is one thing I need it is another professional team to place my hopes and dreams in only to be bitterly disappointed *insert Manchester United and Duke here*.
As for now, I am placing my pick on the Texas Rangers to win the Pennant. I like their style and their 7 run 9th innings. Plus, seeing a franchise win their first ever World Series would make it a very special final. The best part about watching playoffs of a sport you claim not to care about is that you feel no guilt about jumping on a bandwagon.


19 Oct

So I had to write a descriptive paper for my essay writing class. My Prof mentioned this as a possible subject passingly, but I saw it as a brilliant idea. What could I explain better than the Disney experience, after all, I have been there upward of ten times. Even after all the time my passion for the place is still fresh, therefore this paper was a pleasing subject. I hope you enjoy and are transported to that happy place in SoCal.

Driving in, I would press my face against the car window as it slowly revealed itself in the distance. The anticipation always began building days before, however, just upon arrival the excitement is palpable. The closer you get, the more noticeable the landscape is in contrast to surrounding areas. Street names resemble childhood friends, landscaped areas are immaculate, and the streets are free from any trace of rubbish. It is here, in the heart of Southern California, that a princess lives in a castle, waiting for a daring Knight to rescue her, where pirates raid the coastal shores and spotting a gang of hungry lions on a jungle safari is the norm. It is here where all your dreams come true. The Disneyland theme park is a place which offers an escape from reality and a taste of childlike naivety and joy which we so desperately cling to. It is not a single thing about the park which makes it memorable, but the combination of the atmosphere testing all of your senses. The total experience leaves an everlasting impression on your memory, and regardless of your age, leaves you coming back for more.
The walk toward the front entrance evolves into a skip in most cases. I believe the hop in one’s step is encouraged by gay mood of all those around, and most likely, the familiar Disney tunes blasting through the air. Do not feel ashamed to sing along, no one here will judge you, in fact, most will probably chime in. Entering the park is undoubtedly the most exciting part of the experience. Regardless of the number of times I have visited, I find myself overcome with anticipation and the desire to feast my eyes and ears on all that surrounds me. Before you even make it to Main Street, cameras are flashing, children are screeching with delight and ordering their parents directly to their first point of interest on the map, and workers are greeting you with unbelievably heart warming and genuine smiles. It is Main Street that defines the park. It is the first place you see upon entering, and the last memory you have when leaving Disneyland. Trolleys bustle to and fro on the street, jingling bells and honking horns, and music continues to diffuse through the air. The buildings along the street are modelled to portray a picturesque small town America setting. Each one is a vibrant pastel ranging from blue to pink to yellow, trimmed with banners and flags of red white and blue. The buildings are not just a display; they are filled with stuffed figures, mouse ears and delighted consumers. There are other shops which reveal themselves through smell alone. The ice cream parlour wafts the gentle scent of vanilla into the air, and the small café on the corner emits the mouth watering aroma of juicy, plump hot dogs. And those are just the shops. There are also a variety of vendors along the street advertising with scent. As appealing as all this may sound, it is not the music, the buildings, nor the incredible scents which cause the most immediate joy. For when you glance beyond Main Street, your eyes fall upon the iconic Cinderella’s castle. When glancing at the castle, I always felt as if I had been thrust into a fairy tale. One moment I was walking through small town USA, the next, I found myself in a mythical land with a castle and moat. That is the wondrous thing about Disneyland, you can find yourself in a fantasy in a matter of mere moments.
As wonderful as the sights and sounds of the park are to experience, in reality, it is the rides which most look forward to. Unlike many amusement parks, Disney rides show great care and attention to detail and establishing a unique setting for each attraction. Each ride you approach transports you into that world completely, and consequently, it makes waiting in line a rather enjoyable experience. One of my favourite rides in the park is Indiana Jones because of this very reason. Once you stray from the main road toward the entrance, you immediately feel as though you have left the world behind you. Rising up in front of you there is a grand stone temple hidden beneath rich vegetation. Rusted oil lamps light your way towards the mouth of the entrance, and big band music breaks the silence. The journey to the ride is not over yet, however. The temple passage is long and winding, the walls are filled with mysterious symbols, and the roof appears to be overwhelmed by the vegetation above. It is dimly lit by lamps, and the air is cool and damp. If you look carefully along the walls, you can see visitors who were not so lucky in manoeuvring the passageways, their bones doomed to rest there forever. By this point I truly feel as though I am a daring archaeologist traversing the tunnels of a lost world. When you finally reach the beginning of the ride the transformation is complete. There is a distinct feeling of excitement, partly due to anticipation of what is still to come, and partly due to what you have just traveled through to get to this point. The ride itself is the culmination of the experience, combining the setting and the atmosphere with the high speed thrill of a jeep ride through the depths of a lost temple. After the ride is over and you have removed yourself from the area back to the main walkway, it is almost necessary to stop and take purchase of your surroundings. So quickly in the park can you travel to another world and back, and the resulting feeling of deprivation can be troubling. In this case, I recommended multiple visits to regain the feelings you so treasured on that particular attraction.
Disneyland is a completely unique theme park experience. It is beyond a plot of land where thrill seekers overeat and overexert their body’s threshold for speed and velocity. Disneyland transforms you into a different world, and a different time. It encourages you to release your inhibitions and meet experiences with youthful delight. It is not just the rides but the sights and sounds and attention to miniscule detail. It is the music, smells, and the friendly workers greeting you with genuine enthusiasm. It is children’s laughter, and the sight of families forming new memories together. The park offers an escape from reality, a chance to see fairytale lands, a glimpse into the world of tomorrow or the past, and the promise of fond memories. It is at Disneyland Park where I can remember some of my happiest moments. Where I have always been able to release my inhibitions and travel to the worlds I so treasured watching on the big screen as a child.