joojoothebear’s review published on Letterboxd:
watching after the holidays, obviously. in fact, had it running in the background like 3 times in a row and then finally decided to tune in.
let's get this out of the way - music's great, duh. the tasting snowflake music really *sounds* like falling snowflakes, so lovely.
I feel like I've rarely if ever really tuned in to the dialogue word for word - or maybe it's just been a long time - and it's just really golden. what's my metric for that? it makes me smirk or chuckle to myself (I usually only laugh at shows/movies/books/etc in my head for some reason - and weirdly often, also real life shit people say, too)
Lucy - I never get what I want for Christmas
CB - what did you want?
Lucy - real estate.
there's little moments that for some reason I just love the weird detail on: when Charlie Brown opens a mail box and says "hello?" into it and the reverb on his voice is just turned up to a bajillion like it's a huge cave
or like the idea that pig pen's dust cloud is taking the curl out of Frida's hair - just so nonsensical in such an earnest way, it's funny!
Snoopy also cracks me up. when he's reading a newspaper and eating bone after bone, crunching it like it's chips - amuses me ... I guess there's such a pattern of sonic comedy. and visual comedy! (snoopy's fucking exaggerated body-movement antics) another example of sonic comedy is when schrodinger is trying to spite Lucy's come-on on the piano, and the piano sounds like total shit when he plays with one stiff finger.
overall, there's something so funny about the erudite, SNOOT-y (if you've read Authority and American Usage by DFW, then you know what I mean) intellectually adult dialogue being conducted through the vessel of children characters/children's bodies that is so broadly amusing. calvin and hobbes-esque.
but also what I think is so compellingly lovely about this is underlying theme of Charlie Brown's preoccupation with holiday consumerism
finally, shout out to the animation - looooove the animation so much. so much texture in the outlines and patterns and colors, but also so simple and weirdly has moments of three dimensionality amidst a lot of two dimensionality. it feels calming on the brain - and a reminder of the opportunity in animation when some character and real artistry is pursued - in a world where we consume so much hi-fi hyper-stimulating bullshit. my fried fucking brain feels recalibrated if for a wee moment