Disney’s Chimpanzees: Is it kid friendly?

Chimpanzee Poster

Meet Oscar.  He is the toddler hero of Disneynature’s just released documentary, “Chimpanzees.”  It’s his eyes that got me — just look at them. Like my Mom, I’m a sucker for chimps.

Completely on a whim, Mary Tyler Son and I went to go see it this afternoon. We had house guests this weekend, friends from Iowa who both entertained us and brought Crack Pie and Carmel Bacon Cashew Popcorn for our consumption.  As they were preparing to leave yesterday, Mary Tyler Son broke down in tears, probably thinking that he would be stuck with just me all day and no cool older kids to play with.

I knew I had to up my game, but wasn’t certain what was on the agenda. Chimpanzees!  A friend gave it a thumbs up on the facebook and seeing it was rated “G,” I promised the boy that if he behaved himself at a meeting I had to drag him to, we would go see the movie.  We watched the trailer this morning, and with eyes open wide, he was enthralled.

A few folks have asked me if it was “kid friendly.”  For me, YES.  It captivated both three year old Mary Tyler Son and myself.  Just 70 minutes in length, the timing is ideal for young kids.

The cinematography is astoundingly beautiful.  Set in a rainforest in Uganda, the crisp depiction of water drops on the flora and fauna of the forest were simply breathtaking to me.  And hats off to those behind the camera. They managed to capture the personalities of the chimps and the relational dynamics of tribe life in a really engaging way.

Less stellar was Tim Allen’s narration.  I just kept thinking about Tool Time and Pamela Anderson.  Distracting, annoying, and a little too chummy for my taste.

Regarding violence and death and the brutality of nature, in true Disney style, that was skimmed over from my POV.  You should note, though, that my POV is that of a Cancer Mom who has buried a child.  Words like death and dying and pain and sadness are spoken easily in our home.  I know that is not always the case around young kids.

So, for the record, baby Oscar’s mom dies midway through.  She is eaten by a leopard after being separated from her tribe and her Oscar by a rival group of chimps.  None of this is seen, but you do hear the satisfied roar of a large cat.  MEOW.  A moment later, the narration is frank and tells us that Oscar’s mom has died.

More dramatic tension comes from this rival “army” or “mob” or “gang” of chimps headed by their alpha male, Scar.  As is the case in a natural setting, animals must hunt for food.  While no violence is ever shown, the hunt is depicted and it is clear that larger, more powerful animals eat smaller, more vulnerable animals.  In Chimpanzees, that would be a monkey being eaten by the “good” tribe of chimps.  Music intensifies what is happening on screen. Nom nom nom and scene!

A last interesting theme would be that of adoption.  As Oscar is orphaned midway through, we see his attempts to find another caregiver, with no luck. He does thin, and we are shown this.  He is searching for his mom, and we see this, too.  It is not belabored, but the narration makes it clear what is happening and the threat that exists for Oscar being a three year old chimp without a protector.

Enter Freddie!  Freddie is the alpha male of Oscar’s tribe.  In a truly Disney-esque turn of events, Freddie assumes responsibility for Oscar.  It is lovely and tender to see, and honestly could not have been scripted any better. We see both male and female caregivers, we see adoption, we see death and loss, and vulnerability.  Nature at its finest.

But don’t listen to me.  What do I know?  As we were leaving the theater, Mary Tyler Son gave it three “very”s.  “That movie was very, very, very good!” He asked questions throughout the film, “Why don’t the chimp dads take care of their kids?”  “Why did that leopard eat the mom?”  “What kind of fruit is that?”

Best yet, he crawled up in my lap the second we sat down and cuddled with me the whole time.  When Oscar’s mom nuzzled his neck, I did the same with Mary Tyler Son.  When she kissed his cheek, I kissed my boy’s cheek. When she groomed Oscar by picking the ticks off of him, I picked the ticks off Mary Tyler Son.  Not really, but you get the idea.  Seriously, the quality cuddle alone was worth the $13.50 ticket price.

On a heavier note, seeing this movie and knowing that chimpanzees are in real danger due to development and the cutting down of rainforests in Africa, it is hard to deny how vulnerable the animals that we know and love are.  I grew up seeing chimps in the zoo, but not having any real sense of their magnifcence.  Today, I believe Mary Tyler Son got a sense of something that would never be duplicated with a visit to the zoo.

For all patrons who see Chimpanzees in its debut week, April 20-April 26, 2012, Disneynature will make a donation to the Jane Goodall Institute (JGI). You can see the trailer and learn more about JGI here.

 

Oreos v. Breasts: Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk

Oreos

I saw this advertisement yesterday on some media outlet and didn’t think a thing of it.  Today, it is causing an uproar all over the Internet and for the life of me, I can’t figure out why.

There are three elements here:  a breast, a baby, and an Oreo.  Most offensive to me is the Oreo, as I was never a big fan, but you know, to each her own.  If this baby were holding a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, I probably would have made it my profile photo on facebook.

Why are we as Americans still hung up on this?  A breast is a thing of beauty. But more than that, it is a functional part of a woman’s body, existing to provide nutrition to our babies.

I raised two babies and opted to breastfeed both of them.  There was an immense sense of pride and wonder and power and accomplishment and love I felt in seeing my little six and seven pound babies grow and develop in their first months knowing that all of that was made possible because of me.

There is nothing to be ashamed of here, folks.  Move along.  Breastfeeding is a gift for those of us who can do it, or choose to do it.  My full thoughts about breastfeeding are HERE.

Here is a selection of censored images on the web.  I prefer the star, myself. Which is your favorite?

Pixels
Star
Black Box
Double Black Box

Now I need to go get a peanut butter cup.  With a glass of milk.

 

Take time to smell the dandelions.

Two dandelions

In many ways, Mary Tyler Dad is a better parent than I am.  He has a capacity to be with Mary Tyler Son and not feel pressured by the dirty dishes or the laundry or the piles of toys that have migrated out of the playroom and into the living room, bedroom, bathroom, closet, etc.  I fully get that what I just wrote sounds a bit like a backhanded compliment, but it’s not.  It is full on compliment.  When my two boys are together, they are together.  Really together.  Not distracted by screens or Blackberries or household chores. 

I feel eternally distracted around the boy when at home.  It’s why I plan activities out of the house for us when I am with him alone the days I don’t work at the office.  I am a way better parent looking for spiders at the Botanic Gardens or milking cows at Wagner Farm or wondering at jellyfish at the aquarium or even shopping for groceries and marveling at the dead fish for sale behind the glass counter.  Distractions have been removed.  No screens, no laundry, no dinner, no blog to write, no facebook to check, no mess to clean up.  Just me and my boy, having another adventure in the world. 

I think Mary Tyler Son knows this about his parents.  It’s why nine times out of ten he wants to play with Dad at 6:00 AM instead of me.  It makes me feel selfish and small and guilty as hell.  But I don’t mind crowds and events as much as Mary Tyler Dad, who would be perfectly content to take the kid to the park every day as his outing.  It’s our parenting yin and yang, and for the most part, it works. 

On Monday, I had a fundraising meeting way out in the suburbs.  It was with other moms, so we planned to meet at a cafe and play type place.  It was good — coffee and caffeine for the moms and lots of amusements for the little ones.  Our sons played while we planned.  I teased Mary Tyler Son mercilessly on the drive out, telling him the place we were going was called NAP-erville and that there was a town rule that all children had to sleep the whole time they were there.  He had giggle fits with this idea.  Scheduling worked out fairly well until I realized I had nothing to serve for dinner and needed to stop at a grocery before home.  Strategically I reviewed the pros and cons and decided to shop in the suburbs in case Mary Tyler Son fell asleep on the long drive home.  Nothing worse that waking up from a sound snooze and having your mom drag you into a grocery store to buy onions. 

With groceries quickly bought and settling in for the hour drive home, I knew my mom mission was to keep the kid awake to preserve his nap time at home in a proper bed rather than in a car seat.  We weren’t far off, but cutting it awful close.  I used my most animated voice to announce a new game — The Question Game was born.  For about forty-five minutes I shot questions to the boy for him to answer.  He surprised me with his responses.  Here are just some of the things I learned:

  • He would rather eat Rice Krispies than anything else for breakfast, lunch, and dinner;
  • Given the choice of visiting anywhere in the world, he would choose the Shedd Aquarium;
  • The flower he will give all future romantic interests will be the dandelion; and
  • When taking a trip around the world, his preferred mode of transport would be the rocket ship.

We had fun.  The lack of distractions allowed us to just be together.  I like my kid.  He is smart, clever, silly, naughty, witty.  Plus, he has the best hair ever.  And the Question Game worked, as he nodded off just ten minutes from home and transferred like a champ, for another 90 minutes of peace in his bed.

Yesterday, we were walking home from the babysitter and Mary Tyler Son noticed all the seeded dandelions sprouting up.  The gorgeous, fluffy kind.  I saw them because he showed them to me.  I saw them and realized that, yeah, the dandelion is a beauty, in both its forms.  It’s yellow is floral sunshine and it’s delicate seeds creating the fluffy globe effect are gorgeous, in their own way.

I’m grateful to have a kid to help me connect to the wonder that is all around us.  Too often it gets lost in the noise and the chaos of life.  Sometimes I think that because I will always and forever have a four year old daughter, I will always and forever be open to that wonder that our kids connect with so easily.  I hope so.  Geez, it’s the least the Universe could do for me. 

So rather than hurry home and think about folding the laundry or cooking dinner, Mary Tyler Son and I took our sweet time enjoying those dandelions.  He picked four — two for me and two for him.  He made the most hilarious faces, looking like the Big Bad Wolf trying to blow those seeds off their stem.  It took a while, but he got every last one.  When his were finished, he asked for mine.  When those were done, he asked for a vase for the stems.  And that vase sits on the kitchen counter surrounded by last night’s dishes that didn’t get done.  Laundry is still unfolded, too.  I might get to it tonight.  I might not.  Depends on what adventures are in store for my boy and I.

Blowing the dandelion