Brittney went public over the Holiday weekend with her commitment to veganism. I admire her dedication to her principles, even if I’m not going to follow her actions.
But I will say definitely, without a doubt, I am a Movie Vegan.
I will not see movies about animals. As Grandefille said in the comments to this post, even the trailer for Charlotte’s Web makes her (and me) openly weepy. For some reason, every movie about animals seems to involve either the threat of slaughter or outright death. I cannot handle it.
There’s something about the death of animals in movies that breaks my heart more than the death of humans in movies. I think it’s because the people characters generally do something to encourage and hasten their death–trying to blow up Nakitomi Towers, trying to shut down Dulles airport–but the animals are just innocent and looking to be loved.
I don’t see animal movies anymore. The last one I saw in the theatre was Babe, and that was under protest. You can’t pay me to see any animal movies in the theatre. The few minutes of March Of The Penguins I saw over the weekend were a dreadful mistake, but one that confirmed my No Animal Movies rule.
The sad part is that I’m beginning to not like movies where an animal is in danger, even if the animal is so minor a character as to be a footnote. My sister and husband were both witness to my loud and long wails about the poor dog whose life was in jeopardy in Pirates Of The Carribean: Dead Man’s Chest. My brother had to actually pacify me with his philosophy of cannibalism. How sad is it that I would rather have seen the islanders eat Johnny Depp than the poor doggy?