Animation is Film Review: Tangles finds beauty and laughter in dark times
I went into Tangles knowing that my tear ducts were likely in for a rough time. I have a pretty intense fear of/dread of aging, and by extension, any disease of the mind that causes a loss of self. Dementia, Alzheimer's, anything in that realm. I'm in my mid-thirties, still considered young by a lot of people and by most metrics, but it seems old to me. I feel so much younger inside, the same I felt a decade ago, maybe even longer. I dread the day when that starts to change, when the facts of my life start to feel slippery, when memory starts to fail me more than it works. We are, in many ways, the totality of our memories. Without them, who are we? Who do we become? During the Q&A for Tangles at last night's Animation is Film screening (the film's LA premiere!), the moderator referred to Alzheimer's as The Worst Thing, and that feels right to me. And yet Tangles isn't just a profoundly impactful, emotional look at the ways Alzheimer's rocks Sarah Leavit...
