In any case, the wood, being on top-except, of course, for its roots-was owned bud and bough by the Fosters in the touch-me-not cottage, and if they never went there, if they never wandered in among the trees, well, that was their affair.
How deep, after all, can it go? If a person owns a piece of land, does he own it all the way down, in ever narrowing dimensions, till it meets all other pieces at the center of the earth? Or does ownership consist only of a thin crust under which the friendly worms have never heard of trespassing? The ownership of land is an odd thing when you come to think of it. And anyway, for the people, there was another reason to leave the wood to itself: it belonged to the Fosters, the owners of the touch-me-not cottage, and was therefore private property in spite of the fact that it lay outside the fence and was perfectly accessible. But for the most part the people followed the road around the wood because that was the way it led. Whether the people felt that way about the wood or not is difficult to say. This, at least, is what the cows must have thought: "Let it keep its peace we won't disturb it." But the wood had a sleeping, otherworld appearance that made you want to speak in whispers.
The house was so proud of itself that you wanted to make a lot of noise as you passed, and maybe even throw a rock or two. If the look of the first house suggested that you'd better pass it by, so did the look of the wood, but for quite a different reason. There was something strange about the wood. The first house only is important the first house, the road, and the wood. But the village doesn't matter, except for the jailhouse and the gallows. On the left stood the first house, a square and solid cottage with a touch-me-not appearance, surrounded by grass cut painfully to the quick and enclosed by a capable iron fence some four feet high which clearly said, "Move on-we don't want you here." So the road went humbly by and made its way, past cottages more and more frequent but less and less forbidding, into the village. And all at once the sun was uncomfortably hot, the dust oppressive, and the meager grass along its edges somewhat ragged and forlorn. It became, instead, and rather abruptly, the property of people. On the other side of the wood, the sense of easiness dissolved. But on reaching the shadows of the first trees, it veered sharply, swung out in a wide arc as if, for the first time, it had reason to think where it was going, and passed around. And then it went on again and came at last to the wood. It widened and seemed to pause, suggesting tranquil bovine picnics: slow chewing and thoughtful contemplation of the infinite. It wandered along in curves and easy angles, swayed off and up in a pleasant tangent to the top of a small hill, ambled down again between fringes of bee-hung clover, and then cut sidewise across a meadow.
#TUCK EVERLASTING MOVIE MOVIE#
However, Tuck Everlasting is a great message movie for parents and teens.The road that led to Treegap had been trod out long before by a herd of cows who were, to say the least, relaxed. Theological issues, a few violent moments and talk of family tragedy may be too much for younger children. Set in the days of buckboards and general stores, the story is enriched by a stellar cast and a lack of profanity and sexual situations. We just are, like rocks stuck at the side of a stream. Jesse’s dad cautions Winnie, “What we Tucks have you can’t call livin’. It’s hard to seize each day with passion when time is limitless. Will Winnie choose to remain a teenager forever and spend those days with Jesse? Meanwhile, Winnie’s parents send out a search party that includes a mysterious stranger tracking the Tucks in his own thirst for immortality.ĭirected by Jay Russell ( My Dog Skip ), this wholesome family film raises lots of questions about mortality and concludes that, to be fully enjoyed, life must be experienced in its intended stages. Jesse tenderly expands her horizons-and lets her in on the family secret. Freed from her world of corsets and croquet, she decides to extend her visit. Would you want to? In Tuck Everlasting, that opportunity presents itself to Winnie (Bledel), a restless teen who, seeking respite from her family’s stifling Victorian propriety, stumbles upon a backwoods clan that has discovered a spring of eternal life.Īt first a hostage of the reclusive yet hospitable Tucks, Winnie develops a sweet bond with the youngest son, Jesse (Jackson).
0 kommentar(er)
