
This is what was waiting for me in my mailbox Tuesday night.
When my wife asked me what it was, I strode with great purpose into our living room, positioned myself in front of the television, and gestured toward my 2 year old son as I answered,
"This is the core of a bonding experience between father and son that will last the rest of our lives. This is airplanes, aliens, spaceships, ray guns, and giant fighting robots. Often, thank Deity, all five at once. This is the moment when our little boy becomes a...ah, no ok he remains a little boy but this is the moment, the precise moment, when his imagination could begin to see the possibilities of aliens and giant fighting robots, and leave the boo-boo kissing to the mommies of lesser seed.
"This is Robotech.
"This was also a contributing factor in keeping daddy a very lonely young man".
Never one for a straight answer, myself.
And with my brief oration, I put in disc 1 of Robotech: The Macross Saga, Legacy Collection.
I'll have you know that I went with the Legacy edition over the competing boxed collections (of which there are at least three, each purporting to be the "complete" series) because the Legacies are the closest to what I watched in 1985: original sound, original animation, original voices. If I could've ordered a set that came with original smells- overheated VIC-20s, Dorito residue, Raid flea bomb, and shame- I would have.
One must be cautious when using the word "original" here, though. These are original in the sense that they are how I first came to them; one must be cognizant of the fact that the American series is/was at least two steps removed from the original Japanese productions- first, by marrying three distinct and unrelated original shows into a single story for us roundeyes; and two, dubbing Engrish such that the new tri-fold program made some kind of sense. The redone effects characteristic of the other collections, with their surround sound this, updated graphical that, and en-spiffened other, are not for the man who wants to see these episodes, just one last time, through his little boy eyes.
And it is the last time, because once they've been watched as an adult they will have been spoiled in a way. Our awareness of the advances in animation in the last 20+ years is enough on its own to undercut the series' impact, but the death knell is the decades of intervening real life that crush the ability to enjoy these shows again. The most we can do is keep the weight of adult consciousness off our senses for a bit, to be 14 again if only for a half an hour.
And at the very least, I can expose something fun and interesting to my son, but be there to teach him that with great animation comes great nerdiness, and it is a path to tread cautiously.
Yeah he's still a little young for all that other noise. But he's certainly old enough to express preferences, and now when I hear him say, "Daddy I wannawatch spaceships", I believe I am doing right.