How fantastic was this?
How utterly whimsical, how simultaneously morbid? How odd, the feeling, of watching this live. Stephen King presents Disney/Pixar’s Up.
I turned on the television this afternoon and was hooked. Two hours hooked. The airborne Ford Bronco chase. It was incredible, really. Profound. Difficult to describe. Here’s this balloon floating aimlessly over this generic, empty landscape. It’s beautiful. Poetic, even. All the world watching a silver balloon slowly falling, soaring over the Colorado countryside.
Yet at the same time there’s this tangible sense of doom. Imminent doom. Allegedly, a six-year-old boy is onboard. And you know, fascinating as it is, that the little guy doesn’t stand a chance. He’s 5,500 feet in the air. When that thing hits the ground, undoubtedly, he will die. If he hasn’t already.
So you’re watching, and hoping against hope. And you can’t look away, even though you know it might be the last few moments of this young boy’s life. You almost want to shield your eyes as it touches down to the ground and is immediately swarmed by emergency responders. You clutch the remote tightly, pulse pounding, as they approach the basket, examining it for a breach, a door, a sign…any sign he’s dead or alive or just somewhere.
There’s nothing.
Of course, turns out the kid was hiding in his attic, and it was all just a terrible misunderstanding. But for two hours, I can’t really describe what it was like to watch the footage live, without that knowledge. It was so wonderful and so macabre at the same time.
Posted by Collin 
