By Heather O.
I know, I know, 3 and a half years ago I blogged about how great this movie is. That was then, when my son was 4. Now, I have a 2 year old. And watching Curious George on screen is just agitating. It hits way too close to home.
I netflixed it, and we have been watching it all weekend. I stand by my original assertion of this movie–my 2 year old and almost 8 year old both enjoy watching this movie together, and they both still laugh when the Man with the Yellow Hat puts a sandwich on his head. But my 2 year old is the one who is particularly entranced, as she watches George’s antics. It’s because George acts like her.
George is obsessed with peek-a-boo. So is my daughter. George mimics things people do. So does my daughter. When George finds his way into Ted’s (aka, The Man with the Yellow Hat) bathroom, the toilet paper flutters invitingly, and he just can’t help but unroll the entire thing.
The next scene, where Ted opens the bathroom door to find a mountain of toilet paper is one that is played out in my home almost monthly. It got so bad that finally DH just wrapped all the paper up, stuck it in the cupboard under the sink, and said, “There. That’s where we’ll get our toilet paper from.” The really sad thing is we did that for so long that it became normal, and not until a friend of J’s got stuck pooping in the bathroom and timidly had to open the door and call out, ‘Um, hello? Where’s the toilet paper?” did I realize how silly we had become. When DH calmly explained that the toilet paper was under the sink, I knew that we had, in fact, gone beyond silly. We were truly insane.
But watching Curious George, it all becomes clear WHY we are insane. Monkeys who act like George make people crazy. George drives Ted mad, too, with his constant movement and getting into things. So it made me feel like my craziness has come from somewhere, and if you know why you are insane, it’s much easier to enjoy the ride.
I have to say, though, it’s much harder to laugh when Curious George dumps paint into a bathtub when you yourself have just recently washed out your sheets on which your own little monkey dumped the entire contents of a bottle of bubbles. Watching a small animal rip apart a man’s apartment is funnier when you don’t have your own beast to contend with.
So while I still heartily recommend this movie to children of all ages, for the parents, I have just one warning. Watch it AFTER your two year old has stopped shredding your toilet paper, or dumping keys in the toilet, or pouring lemonade into the trash can that she has figured out how to open with her foot. Watch it AFTER your 2 year old no longer uses your lipstick as a paintbrush, or her yogurt as hair conditioner, or the walls as her canvas. Watch it when you can LAUGH, not cry, at the time when she peed in your bed, or pulled out the contents of 3 wipe packages, or finger painted with her poop.
You’ll be the better for it, I promise.
And I will also say that whoever had the thought to base a monkey on a 2 year old was having a seriously awesome day that day. I mean, I don’t have in inside information on if that’s really true or anything, but watching my daughter dance with George on the screen (after she had run away with a maniacal laugh from her father and stripped naked in our bedroom) to that awesome sound track confirmed that at least one animator has a toddler in the house.
Turning a 2 year old into a monkey and then marketing it to kids? That’s gold, people. SOLID GOLD. Dang I wish I’d thought of it.
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