I loved the Iron Giant. Favorite movie when I was little. FAVORITE movie.
Re-watched it a few weeks ago, noticed this:
Step 1: It’s bad to kill.
Step 2: Guns kill.
Step 3: [conveniently omitted logical conclusion]
And suddenly there was a bad taste in my mouth. There’s a characteristic bitterness when you realize that your fondest childhood memories revolve around something that was inimical to your happiness from the very start.