It’s Dysthymic Disorder, Charlie Brown.
Something people might not get:
Peanuts is about Minnesota.
Like A Pairie Home Companion. Or like Fargo, even.
But they came across to me – even as a young kid – as Snoopy’s romanticized fantasies.
They make me thirsty for root beer.
Poor word choice on my part. ‘Bullshit’ as in made-up, fabricated. I agree they were his romanticised fantasies.
Yeah, there’s a reason he’s a fighter pilot re enacting chivalrous duels of old and not an infantry grunt in the trenches.
Oh, I think there is a mashup in that. Snoopy and Black Adder IV, or something. Snoopy in the trenches.
For me the take-away is that this confirms my view that it’s always a minor miracle when something really comes together and becomes something special. Most art that is a collaboration between large numbers of people is extremely haphazard and no one can predict when it’s really going to fire on all cylinders and have a magic spark. Because most of the time it doesn’t, because some writer or executive or actor or somebody wasn’t quite having their best day or happened to make a non-excellent decision about something.
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