Of the many reasons why we enjoy watching the films that we do, the emotional effect that some have on us is probably the most forceful. With moments of sheer joy or anger and relief affecting us in a way that superficially involves us in the story, there are those of us who often voice our opinions: even if there is no one else in the room. We generate feelings of contempt and dislike for the actor who is mistreating a child or refusing to give love and affection when needed, and there are those of us who have strong feelings about children being physically hurt, unable to defend themselves. But when a situation arises whereby a child is made to feel wanted and loved, and he or she feels safe and is untroubled by loneliness or need of affection, these are treasured moments, often bringing tears to our eyes when the child, desperate for love and affection, is rewarded with such. One such film that springs to mind, where a mercenary and uncaring situation turns to salvation, is ‘Where Eskimos Live’: where an orphaned boy has to suffer the extremes of war and near starvation; is embroiled in a selfish act by a man who cares little or nothing for him, but eventually learns that there is such a thing as a caring adult, even though it takes a tremendous amount of effort to get there. This film is something of a cliff-hanger, but I like to think that the little ten year old boy does find love from the man who wanted only to make money from him. How do you, the other members of RFF feel about such emotions?
Peter Pan is alive and well, but which Peter Pan, I hear you ask?