I might have liked this film (well, probably not... the boy's acting was atrocious) but for the ending, where death is revealed to be not just an essential part of life, but quite a lot of fun, better even than life.
Most of the film is fairly good, despite the gimmick of making death a talking character. Despite its brutal treatment of the boy, killing off everyone and everything he cares for, it seemed to be teaching something about death, about relationships, and bending the rules.
But death is not fun. It's not a visit to the relatives. Death is painful, and then it's a permanent nothing, like before birth.
Children can handle the truth, and they deserve not be lied to, and we certainly don't need to be encouraging them to try to get themselves killed.
Also, in these days, it's thankfully no longer permissible to condemn sissies, many of whom are responsible for the computers you are reading this on.
Most of the film is fairly good, despite the gimmick of making death a talking character. Despite its brutal treatment of the boy, killing off everyone and everything he cares for, it seemed to be teaching something about death, about relationships, and bending the rules.
But death is not fun. It's not a visit to the relatives. Death is painful, and then it's a permanent nothing, like before birth.
Children can handle the truth, and they deserve not be lied to, and we certainly don't need to be encouraging them to try to get themselves killed.
Also, in these days, it's thankfully no longer permissible to condemn sissies, many of whom are responsible for the computers you are reading this on.