MAILBAG: There’s no place like home

Maybe it’s part of our modern, anti-depressant popping, workaholic, Starbucks-addled condition, but it seems as though every other film is about dissatisfaction. Documentary filmmaker Doug Block in his film 51 Birch Street presents his own family as an object lesson: malcontent and our collective inability to pursue our own happiness is an integral part of our culture.

The film begins 50 years after Block’s parents Mike and Mina said “I do.” The scene is familiar: children playing; grill on the patio; old folks and relations wheezing on the lawn; and, congratulations for making their marriage “work.” But the filmmaker is quick to comment that, given his father’s distant nature and his mother’s gregarious personality, the secrets of his parents’ successful marriage are just that: secrets.

We’re told that shortly after the anniversary party, Mina became ill and died. Before this news can have any real effect, we learn that Mike, now a widower, has re-connected with his old secretary and will be married only three months after his first wife’s death. The rage felt by his children is palpable, but Mike is ambivalent: he and his new wife, Cathy, display their affection openly, and his children wonder how a man who remained coolly distant toward them and their mother is able to lavish his new wife with kisses so freely.

Once Mike reveals that he and Kathy will be relocating to Florida to live out their golden years, the filmmaker begins to question his parents’ relationship: “Were they ever happy? What happened to this marriage that it could be forgotten so easily?”

The film begs for a villain, but its genius is in presenting Mike and Mina as casualties of middle-class life. Through interviews with his father and his mother (posthumously, of course), we learn that as the world changed around them, Mike and Mina became more distant: she lost herself in psychoanalysis, affairs, and her interior life; Mike buried himself in his work. When they both came up for air, three decades into their marriage, the two realized that, outside of their children, they were strangers.

The filmmaker allows us to see his parents as he sees them: Mike Block, now in his twilight years, makes half-hearted attempts to connect with his son by offering tools and badly-drawn 70s kitsch; Mina, though dead, acknowledges the failure of her marriage and her husband’s ignorance in volume after volume of her wire-bound diaries.

I found it hard to think of 51 Birch Street as a film. It’s more like being dropped into a family and watching it move around you. The camera work is comfortably low key, even off at certain times, and it appears that any real direction is eschewed for a more organic feel.  51 Birch Street is not one of those documentaries where you walk away thinking that you know the characters, but it’s not necessary that you do. All that’s required is for you to feel the length and breadth of their dissatisfaction and realize that that, too, is okay.

Carl Mitchell

 

Freedom through conversion

“The [local] priest tells me if I was a good dalit in this life, then in my next life I can be born into a better part of society. [I say] why wait?”

Narasimha Cherlaguda, a member of the Dalit class (more commonly known as the untouchable caste) in the Indian state of Andhra Pradesh, explaining his motivation to convert to Buddhism. Although the caste system has been outlawed for more than half a century, Dalits, relegated to the lowest echelons of the Hindu religious social system, still perform menial jobs – such as handling human waste and sweeping streets – and face intimidation and abuse, particularly in urban areas.

Narasimha Cherlaguda will be joining scores of others in his village to participate in a mass conversion on the 60th anniversary of BR Ambedkar’s conversion, along with 100,000 of his supporters, to Buddhism in order to evade the social stigmatization he faced in the Hindu caste system. Anxious about losing its support base, the Bharatiya Janata party (BJP) government reclassified both Buddhism and Jainism as sects of Hinduism in an attempt to deny Dalits dignity even in conversion.

Mimi Hanaoka

    

 

Islam in Denmark

Muslims have noted with concern that the values of tolerance are eroding and there is now shrinking space for others’ religious, social and cultural values in the west… The running of the footage affected the sensibilities of civilized people and religious beliefs of one fifth of humanity.


A statement issued by the Organisation of the Islamic Conference, an association which includes 57 member states, referring to footage recently aired on Danish television and on the Internet which showed members of the Danish Peoples’ Party (DPP) in a contest to draw cartoons mocking Islam. The members of the right-wing party who appear in the video were young, drunk, and at a summer camp over a year ago when the footage was taped. Martin Rosengaard Knudsen of the artists’ group Defending Denmark, which produced the video, denied charges of being needlessly provocative and defended the group’s reason for producing the video: “This is not an example of something that is meant to provoke. This is an example to show how things are in Danish politics.” And rightly so — to ignore the social and political milieu that contributes to this anti-immigrant racism in Denmark would only abstract and sensationalize the issue even more.

Mimi Hanaoka

  

 

Hell house

Halloween season is conversion season for some Evangelical Christian churches, and seasonal shows that aim to very literally scare the hell out of unbelievers are being cobbled together in time to save the damned. The highlights at Hell House, New York’s spoof of the morality play that is being constructed in its various incarnations around the U.S., include the death of an AIDS-afflicted gay man, a lesbian committing suicide, and the gory outcome of a failed abortion. For $299 you can even buy your own kit and construct your own Hell House, courtesy of Colorado’s Reverend Keenan Roberts, the pastor of Destiny Church of the Assemblies of God.  If Roberts is to be believed, 13,000 have converted as a result of their visits to Hell Houses, but surely there are better reasons for conversion than being bullied by fear, gore, and bigotry.    

Mimi Hanaoka

 

Risky business

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With the seasons changing, there’s a peculiar thrill in the air: the thrill of new beginnings, second chances, unexplored possibilities. For many of us, this is the season for abandoning our comfort zones and taking risks.

In this issue of InTheFray, we pay homage to those who are taking flight this season. Catherine Hoang takes us to the Thailand-Burma border, where refugees in the Karen Women’s Organization are staying behind to create a homeland. In “Choosing uncertainty”, they are sacrificing a new life in a more secure country.

And in his poem “Three blind mice”, John “Survivor” Blake asks, “What kind of a world lives for the fire next time and runs from the rain.”

Thanks for reading!

Laura Nathan
Editor
Buffalo, New York

 

Choosing uncertainty

After 22 years of waiting, Karen refugees living in camps along the Thailand-Burma border have the opportunity to resettle in a third country and seek a new life, but some are staying to help a homeland they may never know.

Young Karen women head back to their homes in the camps.

The sun shines down fiercely in Tak province. I’m on a rented bicycle peddling hard and trying to keep from going blind from the afternoon brightness and blowing dust. The world is dry and hot, with rice fields and tree-covered hills in the horizon — a far cry from the images of beaches and jungle cliffs that Thailand usually invokes.

At last I reach the soi I’m supposed to turn down. It’s a quiet road in a no-name neighborhood of faded teak houses. I look around for the office I’m supposed to be visiting, but all the buildings look alike and there isn’t a sign to point me in the right direction. Children and adults mill around, peering curiously at me — I’m a stranger, and they have reason to be suspicious. We’re in Mae Sot, a Thai border town and outpost of illegal gems, timber, and drug trade, and — because of its proximity to Burma — a mixing bowl of Burmese spies, undocumented migrants, and illegally roaming refugees. During the dry season, the Burmese military clashes with the ethnic Karen people, causing waves of Karen to flee their land and cross the river into Thailand. This is where the good, the bad, and the in-between fight their battles, out of sight and underground.

A lifetime of waiting

I first learned about the Karen Women’s Organization (KWO) when I started interning last fall as a production assistant for Outer Voices, a U.S.-based radio documentary group that tells the stories of women working towards non-violent social change throughout the Pacific Islands and the Asian Pacific Rim. The KWO and their work supporting their communities in the refugee camps were to be the main subjects for our piece on the conflict in Burma.

Raku Mae was at the office of the KWO with four other young women that day. She and her friends giggled nervously in anticipation of our meeting. Since refugees are not supposed to be outside the barbed wire fences of any of the nine camps scattered along the border, if the police decided to visit the office that day on one of their “routine checks,” it would cost the equivalent of $25 or more per person to keep from being arrested. This regular charge is no small fee in a country where the United Nations Population Fund estimates that 30 percent of people live on $2 a day. Yet their biggest concern wasn’t the fact that they had snuck out of the refugee camps they live in to work in this office, but that they would have to conduct the interview with me in English (usually a second or third language after Karen, Burmese, or Thai).

Founded in 1949, the KWO was established at first as a welfare organization to support the Karen people as civil war smoldered in Burma between the Burmese military, the Tatmadaw, and the Karen National Liberation Army (KNLA). After the first wave of refugees arrived in Thailand in 1984, the KWO expanded their work to address problems that had arisen from 22 years of living in camps. As part of their efforts, the KWO established the Karen Young Women’s Leadership School to develop women’s professional skills.

Raku Mae, one of the school’s graduates, is the friendliest and by far the loudest of the bunch. She sprinkles laughter throughout her conversation and nudges others to overcome their shyness and talk. When that doesn’t work, she fills in the details for them. Raku Mae has been in Thailand the longest, having lived in camps since her family fled Karen State in 1984 during the first major exodus of the Karen from Burma. At the age of four, she fled her home with her mother and father when the Burmese military attacked their remote village. Homes, schools, churches, and rice paddies were burned to punish the community for their ties with the Karen National Union (KNU), the Karen’s governing body and the group seen as threatening the stability of Burma. After weeks of trudging through the jungle, threatened by bullets and malaria, they crossed the border into Thailand.

At 26, Raku Mae has spent nearly her entire life in the camps. Now the assistant accountant at the office in Mae Sot, where the KWO provides her with a room in exchange for her work, she first joined the KWO two years ago, learned to speak Thai and Burmese, and was trained on human rights, the environment, management, accounting, leadership, and government. Although Raku Mae has managed to develop and hone new skills, for one of the longest running refugee settlements in the world, there has been little development. She describes the endemic stagnation of life there, joking that the only thing that’s changed over all this time is her weight.

Karen women gather together for company and discussion.

A permanent state of temporary

Though the first wave of refugees did not enter Thailand until 1984, the battle that persists today began over 50 years ago, when Burma was granted independence from Britain in 1948. Despite an earlier promise from Britain of sovereignty in return for their aid in fighting the Japanese occupation during and after World War II, the Karen’s dream of their own state dissolved with the formation of the new Burmese government. Since then, Burma has been wracked by ethnic unrest and civil war, and by a military government that is unwilling to either tolerate or negotiate with those it labels insurgents.

Well-documented, systematic destruction of villages, detention, torture, rape, and forced labor by the Tatmadaw created hundreds of thousands of Karen internally displaced persons (IDPs). By the early 1980s, the Tatmadaw had edged out the Karen in battle and gained control of more of their lands. Kawthoolei, the Karen homeland that once covered the eastern mountain border by Thailand and the central delta area of Burma, has eroded, the majority of it now under the rule of the junta. Those Karen unlucky enough to be in captured areas faced persecution and worse. Many left for Thailand.

When the Karen first arrived, they were not officially placed into refugee camps. “Refugees were allowed to cross over into Thailand to set up their own village-like encampments and they were encouraged to be as self-reliant as possible,” recalls Sally Thompson, Deputy Executive Director of the Thailand Burma Border Consortium, an organization that has been working on the border for the past 14 years. Because the Thai government expected the situation to be temporary, the Karen were neither allowed to plant rice nor build permanent housing, resulting in villages of bamboo shelters that had no ability to grow their staple food. International non-governmental organizations such as the Thailand Burma Border Consortium began providing basic rations, health care, and school materials. As time passed, more refugees crossed into Thailand until 30 camps were spread along the border.

After attacks on the border areas by the Burmese army between 1995 and 1998, including incidents where entire camps were burned down, the Thai authorities consolidated camps to provide better security. “We went from a situation where the largest camp was 6,000 people. Within three months it had been consolidated into 25,000, and now the largest camp has 44,000 people,” remembers Thompson. Today, over 110,000 Karen live in the nine refugee camps along the Thailand-Burma border, with the number growing as fighting continues. The situation can no longer be regarded as temporary.

Because Thailand is not a signatory to the 1951 United Nations Convention Relating to the Status of Refugees, supporting the refugees is a complicated matter. Refugees are designated “persons of concern” or “persons fleeing from fighting” by the Royal Thai Government.

“What it meant was the UNHCR [United Nations Refugee Agency] … was not actually present in the border area from the Thailand-Burma border, and it only got a mandate from the Thai authorities in 1998. And whereas elsewhere in the world UNHCR usually provides asylum to refugees, here in Thailand, it was only given a mandate for protection because the NGOs [non-governmental organizations] were already working here,” explains Thompson.

The late involvement of the UNHCR and the policy of the Royal Thai Government have affected the way that this long-standing refugee situation has been handled. Usually, under UNHCR supervision, refugees would be given temporary asylum in a second country (in this case Thailand). If the situation in their home country did not improve over time and did not have the potential to change in the near future, rendering repatriation too dangerous, the next plan would be to consider the refugees for either formal integration into the asylum society or resettlement in a third country. While there are no set time limits for how long refugee camps can or should exist under the U.N. Convention, camps under UNHCR supervision have never held refugees as long as the ones living along the Thailand-Burma border have been held, without the options of integration or resettlement. It is an open secret that the plight of the refugees has been highly influenced by the desire to maintain political and economic relations between Burma’s governing body, the State Peace and Development Council (SPDC), and the Royal Thai Government, the latter quietly tolerating the presence of the refugees for over two decades with the hope that they could be repatriated.

“It was always thought the refugees would go back to Burma. Whereas now, the situation in Burma continues to look bleak and it is unlikely that there will be any large-scale [repatriation] in the near future,” says Thompson.

It has only been since 2004 that Thailand has changed its policies to allow resettlement.

A chance for a new home

Life in the camps is an uncertain monotony. Guards and barbed wire are only the physical barriers to the Karen’s self-determined future. Inside the camps, education is available only through the tenth grade, with no prospect for formal higher education. While young children attend school, often teenagers stay at home and help around the house. With few concrete possibilities open to them, many get married and start families at an early age. Boredom and depression are inevitable. The lucky ones who are able to finish school can try to find jobs within the camps, usually as teachers or health workers. But the environment is invariably the same.

Some risk their security for a taste of freedom, sneaking out to work as day laborers on nearby farms. Others join local non-governmental organizations, like the KWO, where there are more opportunities to obtain an education. But there remains the risk of being arrested or deported. Involuntary repatriation to Burma could mean prison or even a death sentence at the hands of the SPDC for those who have been involved with political organizations while in exile.

Within the camp, income generation projects such as weaving and making handicrafts have been employed to a degree of success by the KWO. The products are then “exported” out of the camps to be sold on the outside. Nonetheless, with over 110,000 Karen refugees and the ability to include only a small percentage of the people in these projects, the majority face inactivity and insecurity.

Voluntary resettlement has been urged by many countries as a long-term solution. However, according to Thompson, it was refused for a number of reasons until 2004, when the Thai government finally agreed to a trial resettlement to the United States of a small population of refugees who had been illegally living and working in Bangkok. As a result of its success and the stalemate on the border, Thailand has been encouraged to see resettlement as a way to deal with both the large population of refugees and the constant stream of new asylees. Australia, New Zealand, Norway, Sweden, Finland, Canada, and the U.S. are the seven countries thus far interviewing applicants for entrance into their countries, where they will be given residency, jobs, and aid to start a new life. Ultimately, citizenship will be offered if they decide to stay.

Still, resettlement is not as simple a solution as it seems. Typically, a “brain drain” occurs in the camps, where the most well-trained people — leaders, teachers, and health workers — are often the ones accepted to be resettled due to their transferable skills. Those that remain are left with the task of training replacements to administer the camps. In addition, the decision to apply for resettlement is a difficult one in and of itself, trading one uncertain and difficult situation for another despite the promise of relative freedom and citizenship in the end.

“I can completely understand why people want to leave this situation, the future is so uncertain …  I understand but I think it’s really tough, they know it’s not the promised land,” observes Anna DeGuzman, an American aid worker for the Burmese Medical Association in Mae Sot. “They have very meaningful work here, but in the U.S. they end up working in Wal-Mart or something, starting life all over again, no records to prove they finished university.  There, they end up making sushi … whereas here they are designing training for traditional birth attendance.”

Saw Hte Hte fled Burma 14 years ago. A grandfatherly older man, he acts as the Secretary of the Karen Refugee Committee, the group of Karen refugees that oversees their fellow refugees and is in charge of administering the distribution of aid provided by the international NGOs.  I ask him what he thinks about the new resettlement program and he replies, “[The Karen refugees are] quite unsure what is their future, so resettlement may be some kind of a future for them, that’s what most of them feel. Maybe it is the straw that they would like to grasp for their future.”

“Some young people born in the camps as refugees, they didn’t even know where they came from, which country, which place, they don’t know — they have never been there. They are born in the camps, and as [far as] most people are concerned, it is their future, and let’s say the military government in Burma disowned these people, these refugees, these people in the camps,” he continues.

“Let’s say they are people without any identity … As a refugee, what would be your choice for your future?”

Children in the camp are excited to see someone new.

A future in the works

For Raku Mae, who does not have authorization to leave her home at Noh Po Camp, the knowledge that she lives in a different reality is permanent. “For security, [it’s] very strict for us, because we are here illegal, not legal, so we have to pay a lot,” she sighs. To travel from the camp to the office, it costs her between 15 to 20 times the fare paid by Thais to ride the same route because of the unofficial fees she must pay to get through the military checkpoints along the road. “It is very difficult to travel … We don’t have money.” Later, she recalls a Thai police raid on the KWO office when a group of students and their English teacher, an American volunteer, were taken across the border into Burma in an unofficial expulsion from the country. Though they were allowed to return after one day, incidents like this further underline the unpredictability of their situation.

Despite everything, Raku Mae and her friends cannot fathom leaving their work in the border area. Cho Cho, 24, is a trainer for the KWO who is learning about subjects like democracy, federalism, constitutional law, and human rights, and then transferring the knowledge to other Karen. Her hopes are still high that her work may bring about improvements in her country. “I hope to change [the] government inside Burma, because I want to come back inside Burma.” She sees herself as indispensable to her people. Resettling would be equal to deserting her people and their plight, even though her own future would be much brighter if she left.

Young and intelligent, Cho Cho would have a good chance of attending university if she left, and likely would be able to pursue her dream of being a lawyer. If she stays, biding her time for freedom in Burma, she loses this opportunity forever. Even if Burma someday becomes the democratic country she longs for, her whole life will be devoted to reconstructing the country — with no time to pursue the sacrificed desires for her own future. Yet her idealism runs strong. “I want to learn,” she says, “so that when the time comes, I will be here to help my people know their rights and to know what they should ask for themselves … If they know their rights, they can do anything.”

 

Three blind mice

Reflections on the art of overcoming.

Blind Mice
I submit to you
There is nothing
Remotely close
To sauntering through
A thunderstorm
Smiling when lightning
Scares the shit out of mice
That took the cat’s sabbatical
For granted
When the Sleepytime teas shake
On the porcelain saucers
At the chef’s table
From thunder’s dominance
Funny how he gets in
Without ever being invited
Lovely
How darkness shines
Giving shades of gray their fame
Though no one ever wants to notice
Black umbrellas POOF open
God forbid we shower
Before we get home, no conditioner, no comb
They bob and weave like ants
On apathy’s path
Hoping the tears of angels
Don’t stain the silk
Prada doesn’t hold up very well
In puddles
Love descends on me
Collides with my flesh
Washes my wounds
I welcome the kisses
While wondering
What kind of a world
Lives for the fire next time
And runs from the rain?

 

Memories of a Japanese girl

Cherry Blossoms in Twilight:  Memories of a Japanese Girl
Written by Yaeko Sugama Weldon and Linda E. Austin
Illustrated by Yaeko Sugama
Publisher:  Moonbridge Publications, 2005
  
Cherry Blossoms in Twilight: Memories of a Japanese Girl, written by Yaeko Sugama Weldon and her daughter Linda E. Austin is published by Moonbridge Publications and contains 84 pages of text, eleven pencil line drawings drawn by Weldon, and a two-page appendix consisting of two Japanese children’s songs, “Shojogi (Song of the Tanuki)” and “Ame Ame (Rain, Rain).”  Cherry Blossoms in Twilight is a memoir of a woman who built her life on the words her father, the village shoemaker, wrote in the back of her closet on her first day of school: “Right, Straight, Honest and
Cheerful.”  These four principals Weldon continues to adhere to in the present and has passed the ideals onto her grandchildren.

Weldon’s simple conversational style of writing has an awkwardness that does not detract from the story or the lyrical power of the prose.  Instead, it adds to the story’s charm. It is a departure from slick, glossy braggarts reminiscing about their “back-in-the-day” achievements, exploits, and shenanigans.  The simplicity of language lends a credibility to Weldon’s voice as if she is dictating her story in Japanese and broken English to her daughter Linda.  There is a kindness that comes directly from her heart that shapes her words and exudes off the page.  She has written her memories into a minute-sized book that is a giant in feeling. Easily structured, anecdote to anecdote, there is an underlined complexity built from the honesty of her emotions.  She took joy in her life, throughout her childhood and as an adult. Exposed to brutal poverty, hardships, war, and failed relationships, Weldon never loses her child-like wonder, “cheerfulness,” and belief in the good.

Her pencil line drawings are portraits of her past that come directly from experience. She has illustrated only chapters that deal with her childhood. Her last drawing illustrates the chapter called, “World War II—The End of Childhood.” The picture shows the rear silhouettes of young Yaeko and her father walking away into the distance towards the unknown.  Here Weldon’s innocence ends and the density of World War II demands an increased gravitation and a harsher detailed picture that Weldon does not want to provide graphically. She realized that no artistic medium (except, maybe, the written word), regardless of intensity or color scheme, can correctly represent the stark factuality and nightmarish vividness of being attacked by a juggernaut killing machine as technologically superior as the United States of America’s Armed Forces.  She writes:

We were young and had little fear.  In the bomb shelter we would sing and some girls would dance.  One day, as usual we ran to the bomb shelter.  One of the girls ran back to the lunchroom to use the bathroom there.  We told her not to go, but she said she had to. All of a sudden a war plane came down from the sky like a hawk to catch a rabbit.  It made a terrible loud noise and shot her with its machine gun.  She lay bleeding on the ground and we all started crying.  She died at the hospital.  She was just a young girl. After that we were just scared.  No one sang songs anymore—we just listened for airplanes.

After this incident, Weldon developed a hatred for Americans.  Her father explained that her hatred was misplaced and unnecessary.  Weldon writes:

I told my father I hated war and I hated the American military killing innocent civilian mothers and children.  We did not ask for war.  My father said to me, “Don’t hate anyone, it doesn’t do any good.  They are only doing their duty. This is war.”

Cherry Blossoms in Twilight is Weldon’s statement on the survival of the altruistic and humane during all the battles in life. One can only think of how pertinent her book and ideals—“Right, Straight, Honest and Cheerful”—are to today’s Afghanistan and Iraqi citizens and our military that get caught in the onrush of our so-called liberating foreign policies.

Lee Gooden

 

Happy Feet will dance into theaters November 17

George Miller, the director who made us believe that pigs could talk in the 1995 hit, Babe, is at it again with the 3D-animated Happy Feet and, from the 17 minutes of footage I saw at a press event, it looks like it’s going to take the holidays by storm.  

Happy Feet stars the voice of Elijah Wood as an Emperor penguin named Mumble, who can’t sing a heart song, the ditty that all Emperor penguins sing to find their true love.  Brittany Murphy is Gloria, the love Mumble wants to woo but can’t get because his talents lie in dancing, not singing.  When he’s finally cast out of the community by the stern Noah the Elder (Hugo Weaving), he runs into a posse of decidedly un-Emperor-like penguins called the Adelie Amigos who have a Latin bent to them and use dancing as their romantic lure.  With the help of these friends, headed by the Sinatra-singing Ramon — Robin Williams doing his best Fernando Lamas impression — Mumble tries to win his love back with a little Cyrano trick, but it backfires.  Without seeing the ending, I’m guessing that Mumbles finally wins his love by proving that you don’t have to be able to sing to be lovable. But whether the ending is predictable or not, it’s Mumbles’ fun journey finding himself that makes Happy Feet joyous.

From the footage I saw, I believe that this will be the smash hit of the holidays. The humor, especially from the perfect-pitch Williams playing two parts (he also plays a Barry White-type penguin leader named Lovelace), will make kids and adults laugh out loud, and the marvelous renditions of songs will also please all audiences.  The action sequences also appear to be fantastic and will no doubt spawn a merchandising frenzy.  

The rest of the cast is platinum as well, with Hugh Jackman, Nicole Kidman, and Mumbles’ dancing performed by Savion Glover, using the same motion capture techniques used to bring Gollum to life in The Lord of the Rings films.  Also credited is the voice of Steve Irwin, the Australian TV star and animal environmentalist who was killed recently by a stingray off the Great Barrier Reef.  The film also features a new song by Prince and others by Yolanda Adams, American Idol winner Fantasia Barrino, Chrissie Hynde, Patti LaBelle, kd lang, Pink, and more.

I give credit to everyone working on the film, from the writers to the animators.  A lot of times, they put all the good stuff into trailers and, when you go see the movie, it’s a bomb. But even if the rest of the film is slightly worse than the 17 minutes that I saw, I still think it will be a great family film you can’t miss.  My five-year-old daughter who joined me at the screening can attest to my claim.

George Miller claims this film was in production before The March of the Penguins came out of the blue to become one of the most successful documentaries of all time, but it certainly can’t hurt the prospects of this film.  Happy Feet I’m sure will be around through the holidays.  I think the buzz is growing because, over a month out, the studio is starting to run ads on television.  I think they know they have a big hit on their hands and they want to make sure everyone else knows that, too.  I’m doing my part to help them out.

Happy Feet is released by Warner Bros. Pictures and Village Roadshow Pictures and opens November 17 in theaters everywhere.

Rich Burlingham

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