No cats in America

At Target a week or so ago, I was able to locate both An American Tail and An American Tail: Fievel Goes West, both for $7.50 total. Bazinga.

I haven't seen those movies in aaaaages, so I decided to watch An American Tail tonight as I was winding down for the evening.

Come on. Who doesn't love a movie about an adorable immigrant mouse in turn-of-the-century New York City? Haters, perhaps.

First off, let me lament the fact that despite this movie being quite dated-looking (as was evident by the super-old Universal logo used at the beginning of the film), I'm actually older than this film is, by about 10 months. Older's older, and boy howdy, do I feel older.

I don't remember much about this movie when I was younger, save for the fact that I was stressed out during much of the movie. There is a lot of chasing down, bad situations becoming worse, and worst of all... those parts where Fievel and some streetwise mouse are galavanting about town and Papa and/or Tanya are RIGHT FREAKING THERE AND THEY DON'T SEE HIM.

Because, let's face it: as a kid, one of our biggest fears is getting lost. This is a whole movie about a kid that gets lost.

Even so, James Horner composed the music and, if we can be honest with ourselves here, I'll get misty-eyed at any music James Horner composes (including, but not limited to, Titanic and Casper).

I'm thinking that either tonight or Thursday, I'll take a look at Fievel Goes West, because if there's something I love more about a heartwarming tale of turn-of-the-century New York immigrants, it's a heartwarming tale when those New Yorkers move out west.

Or just when they sing about moving out west.