In re-watching Henry Selick's films and shorts, I came to a revelation about something, but then forgot exactly what that something was...
What was it?
I know it was something. Something about a hyperfixation of his.
Almost like there's a certain clad of animals he likes.
...hmmm...
It's coming to me...
...still thinking...
...it's like a tick in my side...
...darnit what was it?!
Well, guess we'll never know.
Completely unrelated to this post for real, I have Tony DeTerlizzi's illustrated picture book version of "The Spider and the Fly" with me
and guess who I remembered there's a quote review from on the back??
Henry Selick, legman of all time.


















