When I first started this blog in 2009, it was called ‘After Then and Before Now’ and called 17west.ca home.
The blog has a new home and a new name (The Athletic Nerd) but the content is very similar. (There’s just more of it now.) When I moved the blog, the plan was to transfer all the existing posts over to the new format. One of them was called…
SPLINTER GOT EMOTIONAL!
That fearsome fighting team dominated my life for years. I had all the action figures, vehicles, books, stickers, bed sheets and more. I still have a giant Rafael action figure in a box somewhere in my apartment. I should seriously look into finding the pictures of me dressed up as Raf for Halloween. I loved the Ninja Turtles. You can imagine how I felt when I was heading to the theater. This is what I love about films. You can truly become immersed in a world that could never exist. (Or can it? I’m sure they are experimenting with ooze in a sewer somewhere.) Whenever you get that involved in a story it’s only natural for you to become attached to the characters.
Let’s get back to the heroes in a half shell. I’m in the theater and I’m totally wrapped up in the film. (I’m talking about the first outstanding motion picture experience.) There is a scene where the turtles gather around a fire and Splinter appears before them. He offers some heartfelt words of wisdom to his sons. Just seeing them cry got to me.
“I love you all, my sons…” Says a ghostly Splinter.
Are you kidding me? What normal kid from my generation didn’t get a little choked up during that scene? I lost it. I don’t even feel bad about it. Maybe I’m alone but to date that is the only scene in the history of cinema that made me cry. (Note: This statistic is based on theater viewings only. There have been other instances that I am not as comfortable admitting to.)
It’s every filmmaker’s goal to reach audiences in some way. Whether it is to make them laugh, cry or scare them until they cry, there is always a plan. When it comes to screenwriting, I try to be mindful of that fact and work as hard as I can to create the same attachment in my stories. There’s no guarantee it works every time but the effort remains. It’s little details that count. Kind of makes me wonder if the filmmakers sat around laughing about the kids destined to cry during that scene… Guilty.
PS: I was SEVEN cut me some slack.