So, The Molotov Cocktail has a monster themed flash fiction contest, and I want to post an entry. I’m not sure that this is the piece for me to submit (and, obviously, you Molotov-associated folks shouldn’t read this until later), but it’s the piece that came to me over the course of this afternoon. I hope you enjoy it.
I just spent much of Saturday evening blazing my way through Gravity Falls, Alex Hirsch‘s absolutely wonderful cartoon series. Gravity Falls was first described to me as “like The X-files but with kids in rural Oregon,” which does a decent job of introducing it. That also puts it dangerously (tantalizingly?) close to Twin Peaks territory, but fails to convey just how damn funny the show is; I was chortling the whole way through, and would happily watch many of the episodes again (a rare experience for me with most TV shows). There’re still many more episodes for me to watch, and I honestly can’t wait. I might take a break from writing this just to watch the next one.
So yeah, Gravity Falls is what would happen if you mashed Twin Peaks and the X-Files together in a hilarious and intelligent kids show. It chronicles the summer adventures of Dipper and Mabel, a pair of twins who’ve gone to spend the summer with their great-uncle (Grunkle) Stan. They live with him in his house / Mystery Shack tourist attraction, and have the dubious pleasure of working for him while they try to enjoy their summer in the bizarre town and its even stranger environs.
They must face boredom:
And popcorn-machine math:
What’s not to like? And yes, I did just watch another episode. Honestly, if you’re at all interested in smart animated comedies, you should give Gravity Falls a look. It’s definitely a kids’ show, but like the best kids’ programming it uses that as a vehicle to go deeper than you’d expect, instead of holding back. Despite the innately fantastical nature of the show, it still feels like a very real depiction of the emotional lives of its protagonists, and it doesn’t shy away from the realities of social pressure for impressionable youngsters. Now, if you’ll pardon me, I really want to watch another episode.