I’ll admit it. Growing up in the late 60’s, Sesame Street was my friend. Gordon and Susan taught me about life and Mr. Hooper taught me about death.
Imagine my anticipation as I sat down with my 16-month old daughter this weekend to watch Sesame Street for the first time. Everything seemed okay until the last half-hour of the show, then Elmo appeared.
Now, I had heard Scylla warning me about Elmo’s World here months ago, but I chose not to heed his sage advice.
What a twisted ego-centric world the annoying red Muppet lives in. Everything is Elmo-this and Elmo-that. He bosses around the furniture and appliances without remorse (“Turn yourself on TV!”, “Come here computer!”). His poor goldfish Dorothy is always imagining new and exotic ways to torture Elmo, but she is powerless to stop him.
Then, whenever Elmo feels a need to exercise senseless domination, he raises a window shade and reveals the hapless Mr. Noodle.
Now Mr. Noodle looks like a nice enough guy, he even bears a slight resemblance to either Michael Jeter or Bill Irwin depending on Elmo’s mood.
Elmo is ordering him around, “Wash your hands Mr. Noodle!”, but poor Mr. Noodle dunks his face in the sink. “No! Your hands Mr. Noodle!”, but Bob (I like to think his name is Bob Noodle) tries to wash his elbows. At this point Elmo is taunting him mercilessly, laughing at his inability to identify bodily parts. It is probably due to repeated blows to the head, but that is just a rumor. Finally, after a last, menacing “No!, Wash your HANDS Mr. Noodle!”, Mr. Noodle manages to dunk his hands in the sink. Elmo laughs at him again. Mr. Noodle takes this as praise and tries to use some soap, but the slippery soap bar just flies out of his hands. This only increases the taunting.
When will it end people? We must free Mr. Noodle now. And lest you think I’m alone, We are a movement.