The film that I am picking as one of my favorites (besides
Feather Tale), was Wendy Tilby’s Strings. It was a simple film that kept me
happy, worried and always questioning of what could happen next. Now I don’t
usually pick favorite films based off of style of the film, I pick based off
story. But this film’s animation style wowed me in an odd way, it wasn’t Disney/Pixar/DreamWorks
“perfect” and it wasn’t the poor man’s style bad. It seemed like someone took a
story book, and then animated the pictures to move and to tell the story rather
than have me read it myself.
Tilby made me relate to almost all the characters in ways, by the way the moved, acted and reacted to life. It was the kind of film that made you wonder about everyone, and how things got to be, why were the boats so important to the Lady? What was this important dinner for? Did the two people know each other? Or was this the first time they met the neighbor upstairs? The story made me think of life and how when we grow old, we won’t care much about the hard things, but really a simple thing like a drop of water will make us go to the unknown and help out with someone in need before a light could fall and end a dinner.
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