On the edge of a major metropolis lies the Bayou: a sprawling tenement block of which people say "If you're born in the Bayou, you die in the Bayou." I drag my parents to some weird productions.
After catching a plane five hours ahead of schedule to beat a weather front so severe the BBC felt it newsworthy, the Eames family touched down in London. First up: 1927's The Animals and Children Took to the Streets. It somehow ended up billed as a children's show. It's not. It's a really wacked out combination of projected animations, musical theater, and meta story telling. It's kind of like Adventure Time; it may be billed for children, but it is not for children.
After catching a plane five hours ahead of schedule to beat a weather front so severe the BBC felt it newsworthy, the Eames family touched down in London. First up: 1927's The Animals and Children Took to the Streets. It somehow ended up billed as a children's show. It's not. It's a really wacked out combination of projected animations, musical theater, and meta story telling. It's kind of like Adventure Time; it may be billed for children, but it is not for children.
The show is somehow performed by three women and a host of animated characters including various rival gangs of children. Children really are a menace in this show. The plot has a gang of child-pirates go on the rampage, take over a middle-class park and even kidnap the mayor's cat before being whisked off in black ice-cream vans and effectively sedated by gumdrops infused with a drugstore's worth of sedatives. At the beginning Agnes Eaves and her daughter arrive in the hopes of reforming the children through arts and crafts (specifically pasta collage), only to leave when the going gets tough. It mixes together in something that feels like part silent movie, part social commentary, part Cabaret.
It is seamlessly synchronized and well worth it. It's just not really for the kids. I don't know who got that idea...
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