My friend Meghan and all her dudes (her husband and two twin sons) stopped by this morning for a visit and we got to talking about how in grade school every year around Halloween time, our teachers would show us a movie about a kid and his mom who move from the city to the country and buy an old mansion, where they discover a witch already lives. Nothing interesting there. The kid befriends the witch—expected, right? But then, this is the weird part—the witch makes the kid pancakes. Magic TRIPPY pancakes. How do you know they’re trippy pancakes you ask? Fast forward to 14:35 and then 15:12 in this video to see for yourself.
Then the kid tells his mom how great the pancakes are and she eats them and she LOVES the trippy pancakes (who wouldn't?). What's the next best thing to do? Open a pancake parlor of course so that everyone can be happy! And they do and they live happily ever after with the witch. It's really a great movie, but maybe you had to watch it in the early 80's when you were 8 years old to truly appreciate it.
I loved this movie when I was kid, and spent a good number of years explaining it to various people ("and then they eat these pancakes and they get all happy!") who didn't understand, so I was thrilled to find it online after all these years of singing it's praises and oddness. But what I love the most about this movie is that somehow our school teachers thought this was a reasonable movie to repeatedly show in school year after year.