Listen, I known I am an old fuddy-duddy. I typically like things to stay “…the way they are.”
I am resistant to change. I have a certain nostalgic attachment to things; I mean, I cried when I traded in my 1990 Saturn SL1 and I didn’t have a chance to really tell it “Goodbye.” I like most things to remain the way I remember them in my head. But, I have come to accept that life marches on and things change – sometimes for the better and sometimes for the NOT so better.
Case in point – the world’s current preoccupation with fairy tales from our childhood and the updating and re-imagining of these classic stories/tales from our youth. Just look at the TV shows “Once Upon a Time” and “Grimm.” Both of these series take inspiration from revered children’s stories and update and twist them for today’s audience. I personally like both of these series. I watch every episode. I think “Once Upon a Time” may win the award for plot invention and costuming, but I give “Grimm” high marks for a sophisticated, contemporary interpretation of age old conflicts and superior character development. But now I am rambling…
My original intention when beginning this post was to remind everyone why (I feel) we are so drawn to these new versions of old classics – it’s because we LOVED the originals!
Sometimes the originals cannot be improved upon; case in Point, Hansel and Gretel. Here is what comes to MY mind when I remember the story of Hansel and Gretel:
(I think I may have even owned this record as a child – “non-break-able in normal use!”)
And here is the Hansel and Gretel my sweet Martin and I just met, in Extreme 3-D no less:
Now, while the updated version has a strong basis in the original story, well, I guess this isn’t my Hansel and Gretel, the sweet children that burned a witch after she tried to eat Hansel. I guess I don’t want my Gretel to be some buxom, leather-clad assassin or my Hansel some buff-but-diabetic hired killer. The movie was entertaining but, in a way, it made me a little sad.
I really think we need to leave most classics alone, let them remain always as they were/are. They give us a point of reference in life, they take us back to (hopefully) wonderful memories of childhood and growing up. They let us be kids again and leave adulthood behind for a while. Maybe I am overly sentimental but I want my fairy tales to remain as they were created; they don’t need any updating.
I mean, no one would re-paint the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel to “give it a fresh, new look,” right?