Last night, I dreamt about a film. The film is a famous National Film Board of Canada short called Paddle to the Sea. Every Canadian would know this film as it was forever burnt into our psyches throughout elementary school. I must have watched it in class at least 50 times on those rickety old 16mm projectors with bad speakers. The film has no dialogue and follows the journey of a wooden canoe. The canoe is carved by an native indian boy and released into the Great Lakes. We follow the adventures of the canoe as it slowly makes it’s way to the Atlantic ocean. It’s a wonderfully peaceful film that brings back fond memories of childhood. I’m sure that when I die the images of this film will come to mind. It’s my “rosebud”.
Oh yes I’ve seen that many times! I’ve forgotten most about it though, so I wouldn’t mind seeing it again.
Wow. Paddle to the Sea. That brings back memories. Back in elementary school they must have shown that to us every year. I guess it was a teachers “Oh my god! I’m hungover and I don’t want to teach a class.” solution. Still it was good enough to work year after year.