After all these years, I'm still enthralled by Treasure Planet's promises of canary-yellow gold and crimson jewels among the rippling nebulae, greedy space pirates, and mutinous crews. The film's fantasy animation feels timeless, its imagery as arresting as if seen firsthand from the ship’s deck, those uncharted skies promising bounty and adventure.
When we die, our stories disappear. Both become inevitable. For The Innocents, this muddy area of storytelling is unreliable, an attempt for Miss Giddens to show God she has done right by the children. But for Bly Manor, one carries on a story, regardless of its truth, to keep the dead alive.