Now that Thanksgiving's been dispatched, you can begin your Scottius Maximus Christmas gift shopping.
The first thing on my list kind of terrifies me. It is, in fact, a cartoon. A Russian movie cartoon from the 1950s. When I was a youngin' during the late '60s or early '70s, I remember it coming on the Early Show, a local "Dialing For Dollars" program from 3 p.m. until 5 p.m. that showed movies.
My mom wouldn't let me watch it when it came on. There must have been a disclaimer at the beginning of the movie saying that young children should not be allowed to watch it. I couldn't understand why I was not being allowed to watch a cartoon. Of all the things not to be able to watch. Usually the movies shown were way over my head. Like "African Queen". What young child watches that? But I wanted to see this cartoon. I remember being a little upset about it. Until...
About a year or two later it came back on again. Of course I was not allowed to watch it. This time I had a plan. I snuck down in to our basement where another TV loomed. Our basement was very dark, and the TV was a black and white. This definitely added to the degree of fearsomeness of the scenes I was about to be confronted with. On the tube I saw some evil ice woman after a couple of kids, and after less than 10 minutes the TV was off and I was RUNNING back up the stairs with the lights still on. One of the scariest things I had seen up to that point, no doubt.
As the years have gone by, I've grown curiouser and curiouser about what exactly this movie is about. So I looked it up on Amazon and IMDB. And at age 43, I think it's about time I faced my demons. So I found it.
Up first on the Christmas list this year..."The Snow Queen."