Roz Wild Robot - Tumblr Posts

i’m leaving the theatre crying over this movie. tears streaming down my cheeks. i first read the wild robot in my 3rd grade class with my best friend next to me and our whole class cried reading the ending. we were so inconsolable our teacher panicked and promised us that it wasn’t the end of Roz’s story, and had to deviate from our regular reading curriculum to buy us the sequel and read it out loud. Roz was the first mother i had encountered who loved unconditionally.

the raw indescribable emotion i felt watching her come to life on the screen, seeing fink and brightbill and the possum family animated so beautifully made me feel again. the wild robot was my escape as a kid, a book i’d return to time and time again and read until it became stagnant in my brain. remembering the illustrations and conversations between characters was something so special for my younger self during this movie. it drove me so insane, i was crying in the first 15 minutes when she put her hand on the tree and the butterflies whipped around her.

every single frame of this movie was a work of art, a love letter to humanity, animation, and the natural world. i am going to be posting excessively about it. this is a threat.

something about how in the wild robot, the golden gate bridge is deep underwater. and yet whales are swimming in the bay above it. something about the idea that climate change has come and yet the world is still alive and thriving, that there was still time to make it better, to fix what we could, to make things right. the bridge is underwater but the whales are alive and back. our cities went underwater but instead of pretending as though nothing had happened we learned to change and care for the planet we had left, realized it was not too late. that there was hope. learned to farm better, preserve what we could. leave the natural world safe. that we didn’t have to be merely aggressors but learned to coexist on our planet. that it will still be okay. something about that man idk.