I don’t know exactly how old I was… I’m thinking four, or five years old when my parents took us to the movies to see The Gnome-Mobile. It had already been in and out of theaters for quite some time in the States, and down there, in my Motherland, it was only shown as the preview to the main attraction, and I can’t remember what that was. I can’t recall anything about the gnomes, or humans, or the silly movie plot. What I do remember was boredom. Terrible, soul-crushing boredom during the first twelve minutes of the movie, which as you know equal an eternity at that tender age.
I was fidgeting restlessly in my seat when the above scene came on. I remember feeling paralyzed, as though struck by lightning. I remember my head felt like it was on fire, and my brain was cooking in it. That difference in size between the cute little gnome and the girl was some kind of ground zero for feelings I could not verbalize. All I knew to do was to sit in my seat and watch. I hoped it would happen again, this I’m-looking-up/down-at-you interaction, but it never did, and the rest of the movie was moved to Memory Banks of the Irrelevant.
I also knew to keep very quiet about the way I was feeling. I couldn’t have explained it anyway… the same way I couldn’t explain my deep disappointment when I finally watched Snow White, and saw that the Dwarves were distinctly huge, and not particularly fetching. As time moved on, I thought back on that moment and wondered what the hell it might have meant to feel that way, to have that particular scene of the movie galvanize me in such a manner. I never had an answer. Not until I finally had the notion to look it up on the Internets.