by Anthony King
Last week many of us got together with family – possibly the first time in a year – and we sat around the kitchen or the dining room or the living room – that's “family” room for us ingrates – and we played catch up.
“How's your pandemic going?”
“Oh, just fine. Yours?”
“Fine, fine. Thanks. How's life?”
“Same ol', same ol'. You?”
“Just happy to be here.”
Some of us got stuck talking politics or vaccines with the “other side.” Some of us got stuck on the couch watching football. Some of us got stuck at the kids table and unwittingly became child wrangler for the day. Some of us got roped into the family drama. Again. And some of us – yours truly included – got a chance to sit down with our 94-year-old grandmother, whom we haven't seen in two years, to reminisce about “the old days.” Mind you, in this instance, “the old days” don't mean “when things were better.” In this case “the old days” takes on its literal meaning: days that have passed by, thus rendering them “old.”
“I grew up in Brooklyn with an overworked father in an apartment building full of different people,” becomes, “My tumultuous childhood on the mean streets of Brooklyn began as soon as I escaped the prison of our one bedroom apartment that I shared with my seven siblings and an alcoholic father who beat our mother until she ran away for good. Across the hall lived Mrs. Scheinman, a witchy, old Jewish woman whose cooking always filled the halls of our rundown tenement with the smell of matzoh and cabbage...” And so on until your once-thought-of boring childhood becomes this exciting narrative full of half-truths and big blue oxen. And, if you're talented enough to tell this memory in a way that can captivate an audience for 90 minutes (or more if you're doing this in 2021), you just may have a career ahead of yourself.
Ralph Bakshi with born in Palestine but moved to Brooklyn when he was just a baby. It was there that young Ralph developed his particular art of storytelling. In his not-suitable-for-children animated movies, Bakshi takes these memories of his New York upbringing and crafts entertaining stories set to fabulous soundtracks, all told through his unique style of animation. In his films Fritz the Cat, Heavy Traffic, and Hey Good Lookin', Bakshi recalls the characters of his past and rebuilds these memories into literal cartoons. While they're entertaining and poetic, I have a hard time conjuring something of substance to put on paper that resembles a review or even an opinion. (That's why you're getting whatever this is.) His three aforementioned films, though, are perfect examples of how we take, what are, in truth, quite mundane memories and turn them into something more exciting.
The holiday season brings with it memories. Some want to forget their childhoods, and some yearn for the “old days.” But we've all crafted stories worth telling out of those memories, turning molehills into mountains, sweet old ladies into witches, and our neighborhoods into war zones.