Cordell Baker's stop-motion musings on adolescence, awful teachers, and electrically animating cut-up frogs was not nominated for the Academy Award this year, and I can only conclude that the people who choose the nominees think that.... Well, I don't know what they think. Perhaps they don't.
This one is not a story so much as it is an essay on those long days in the classroom when you'd much rather be doing almost anything else. It's handled with humor and is clearly the work of someone who remembers being twelve or thirteen and noticing for the first time how pretty that girl who's been in your class for six years, yet never talked to, is.
Many of the nationally sponsored animations these days are all about Art. Neither Baker nor the National Film Board of Canada have forgotten to be interesting and amusing.
This one is not a story so much as it is an essay on those long days in the classroom when you'd much rather be doing almost anything else. It's handled with humor and is clearly the work of someone who remembers being twelve or thirteen and noticing for the first time how pretty that girl who's been in your class for six years, yet never talked to, is.
Many of the nationally sponsored animations these days are all about Art. Neither Baker nor the National Film Board of Canada have forgotten to be interesting and amusing.
