We survived the Millennium. The earthquake that was supposed to drop Manhattan into the sea never happened. Worldwide looting never occurred. Planes did not drop from the sky, nuclear missiles were not launched, computers did not spontaneously explode, and aliens never landed.
Naturally I was disappointed. What can I say? During December of 1999, I was a virtual Blue Meanie.
Now that Y2K is passé, I can safely stow away my unrelieved misanthropy and feel good about life again. In fact, I’m so gosh-darned happy, I’ll share my animation hopes for the new millennium with you.
I hope that Timm and Dini continue to work their respective miracles at Warner Brothers, and eventually adapt Captain Marvel for television.
I hope that Warner Brothers finally begins to animate at least part of their TV product in the USA.
I hope that Pixar continues to create witty, funny, well-animated films.
I hope that for once, Roger Ebert will review a new animated film without trying to make himself sound like an uber-Disney guru on all things cartoony. It’s embarassing!
I hope that someone creates a popular new character that is neither an antisocial psychopath nor an insipidly blank excuse for merchandising.
I hope that Heinz Edelmann’s graphic art is finally appreciated. (Mr. Edelmann designed the characters for Yellow Submarine and is understandably bitter over the lack of acclaim he’s received for his work on the film, as well as his treatment by the producers of same film.)
I hope that Ralph Bakshi finally makes a new feature film.
Most of all, I hope that I can make peace with an animator friend of mine. I hope you’re reading this, M.G. Life’s too short not to make amends.
Finally, I hope that we can all work together and make animation mature as an art form.
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