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As I was leaving the cinema today, I noticed a boy, about 10-12, being consoled by his mom(I assume). I tried to remember the last time I saw a young person touched by a movie in ways other than the pantomime of sex or violence. The film, Skip The Dog, was a good watch. Baseball, dogs(s), kids, war, and growing up were shown in way all ages could appreciate and relate to. Forties sentiment was the order of the day, and the audience I was part of, mostly families, was mesmerized. In spite of a high school performance by Kevin Bacon as the war-injured Dad, the cast was uniformly believable and period informed. It felt good to relate to a movie in ways that were not established by professional therapeutic experience. It was not just presented as a simpler time...emotions and their aftermath, were the heart of the plot and story. What was different is that one could understand in a personal way what was portrayed on the screen without a Psychobabble Glossary/Dictionary. Skip The Movie was just plain funny in many scenes...and Skip, as he sauntered down Main Street making his daily rounds, or fired across a baseball field with speed to burn, stole the show.
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