Friday, November 15, 2013

DreamWorks' Turbo: Speedy Snail, or Transitioning Tale?



Last night, I watched Dreamworks’ Turbo.  This may be my new favorite movie with a transgender theme.

What?  You thought Turbo was just a silly movie about a racing snail?  If you look beyond that façade, you’ll see a film that captures the transitioning process for a transgender person.  Don’t believe me?  Then follow along.

The main character of the film is Theo.  He calls himself Turbo and longs to move at lightning speeds.  On the outside, he’s just another garden snail, but he knows and feels that he is fast.   

Turbo, realizing his true self and his physical self are at odds
He is ridiculed by his peers for the painted race car numbers and checkered flags that adorn his shell.  His brother, Chet, tells him that he is not fast and will never be fast, because that’s not how nature designed him.  He also tells Theo/Turbo that he needs to learn to accept his nature and limitations for his own good and the good of their community.  

Chet telling Turbo it's better to fit in than be one's self.
A despondent Theo/Turbo then ventures away from home, where he undergoes a chemical transformation and suddenly has the ability to move at speeds over 200 mph.  He meets a group of racing snails and societal misfits who help him complete his physical transformation.   

Turbo, realizing for the first time that's he's not alone
He embraces his new, true self and flourishes in the support of others.  Initially, Chet refuses to address him as Turbo and tries to get him to suppress his new found speed.  Eventually, though, Chet embraces his brother for who he really is, and Turbo is able to enjoy the love and respect of his family and his new friends.

Turbo, fully transformed

See what I mean?  Turbo is basically a transitioning story with an “It Gets Better” ending.  And, honestly, I like my animated features to end happily ever after, because life too often doesn't.    

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

I have found religion

Yesterday, my friend Emily and I had a cat-centric conversation, as we are wont to do.  

Emily:  Happy National Cat Day!
Me:  Yes!
Emily:  We should get to stay home and play with our pets today!
Me:  Maybe we should claim cats as our religion?
Emily:  YES!!
Me:  I mean, like God (and Santa), my cats watch everything I do.  And they judge me.  
Emily:  HAHAHAHAHA

After searching for my own personal pet and savior for years, I have finally come to accept the godly qualities of my beloved Felis catus.  For instance, Felis catus:
1) is ever-present and watchful
2) passes judgment 
3) behaves in strange and mysterious ways
4) often makes its presence known in the dark quiet of the night
5) inconsistently responds to supplication
6) kills indiscriminately
7) demands offerings and unquestioning devotion
8) provides comfort and solace in times of distress. 

I hereby proclaim myself a faithful Feliscatusian.  My primary worship activities shall include napping, eating, and licking.  All new converts shall receive a ceremonial catnip sachet.