Kids are funny… in a way. My baby girl for instance. She’s going on 15 months now and for the last few weeks she’s has an odd fascination with Nacho Libre. The most intriguing thing about this is the mere fact that she will, for a good hour, sit and watch the movie without moving. On the odd occasion she does watch the whole 91 minutes, she shifts from sitting, to standing, to dancing a jigg and back to sitting (maybe even a sneaky lay-down).
I’ve watched it with her from time to time (mainly it’s a great way for her to chill-out after a good 4hr run around the house) and I find it amusing that, when I accidentally stray into her view of the TV, she will tilt her head to see better or even furrow her brow… What, what’s that? Yes, a 15 month old baby (though she’s growing into a little girl by the day) will actually get annoyed and show it — like one of those people that huff or sigh loudly when you pass them to take a piss during a theatre flick.
Why she’s so fascinated by it is a little beyond me. I understand the colours, the cinematography, Jack Black and his funny pseudo-Mexican accent but really, should a baby be that entertained by what is essentially, a slapstick wrestling film? And it’s not even the action parts, or the silly faces and rifting music. She even sits quietly watching dialogue scenes.
In a way I’m proud. I am a huge film fan; I’ll watch almost anything once and to think that my daughter is already into what one might tentatively call a favourite film is a golden example of her genes (the fact that I will sit and watch it with her every time kind of helps I imagine).
Call it bonding, but when I can’t even get her to chill out and watch Elmo, well it isn’t just down to being child-friendly is it? My daughter will sit down and watch — and I mean watch — a film composed of fart jokes, bad hair, pile drives and stretchy pants… can a father ask for anything more?




