The Bloody Doors Off

Just watched The Lego Movie. Loved it. For the first hour or so I felt like a kid and that was in big part due to the writing. But it wasn’t until the big reveal that I realized why.

Spoiler alert.

So it ends up that it all takes place in the basement of a house, and it’s a kid playing with his dad’s Lego set. It’s the boy’s story; he’s providing the entire narrative.

And it’s a movie about him bonding with his dad.

Sure, hit me square in the feels.

It did more than that. It took me to my childhood.

We had a train set in the basement. I’m just remembering it now. But I know it’s true. (We also had a makeshift Starship Enterprise bridge at one point, and I used to flip over a foot stool and pretend I was captaining the mini-sub from 10,000 Leagues Under the Sea).

There was a train set. But when my parents divorced and my mom met her then to be second husband, the trains went away. Or maybe it happened before that. Definitely after my dad moved out.

The movie showed the father and son bond over the Lego set.

I never bonded with my father over the trains. I barely ever got to play with them, just like the kid in the movie.

So yeah. The feels.

For what might’ve been.

Everything is awesome.

Yup.

Sure is.