Childhood should last forever…
Jeanne is a little girl who lies with a mischievous young fox named Pistouvi. They share a charming little treehouse surrounded by a magical prairie tended by a giant ‘tractor-man’ and the wind-spirit he loves. Together, Jeanne and Pistouvie spend frolicking days without a care, but soon, the birds arrive and everything changes…
A beautiful, lyrical fable about the inevitable transition from childhood freedom to adult responsibility, replete with laughs, nostalgia and heartache.
It has something to do with growing up, and although it depicts Pistouvi as the character growing up… I think Jeanne is the character actually growing up. She lost a friend, gets criticized for playing with him all the time, and finds the world around her changing and growing, swiftly outpacing her readiness to grow.
The end feels… bad. Not bad as in “it was done poorly” but bad as in, “this feels terrible, I feel terrible, and this made me sad.” Pistouvi, resisting aging and growing up, is made into a bird and flies away without looking back. His body changes and he becomes a different creature altogether, leaving Jeanne behind.
Jeanne, left behind in her grief, with sympathetic adults who decide the consequences are necessary to live with… well. I am disgruntled. It feels hard and bad.
