Movie Analysis : ' Missy Slapped My Arm ' Essay
“Oh.” I nodded, feeling stupid that I still didn’t know all of the movie lingo.
Mr. Panky continued, “I’m thrilled to see we’ve assembled the perfect cast.”
“Perfect cast, sir?” I said.
“Yes, my boy.” He stepped closer to me. “When I was a boy, I hadn’t an ounce of talent.”
“You didn’t?” I frowned. This made no sense. Mr. Panky was the ultimate entertainer. He had cartoons, music, and his own theme park. How could he even consider he had no talent?
“No,” he said. “What I had…” He paused as if wanting to emphasize what he was about to say. “…was friends. Good, good friends.” He placed a hand on my shoulder and looked to Craig, Kevin, and Missy. “Friends are the most valuable things in the world. ‘Cause you never know when you’ll absolutely need them. Life is unexpected.” He bounced to the side, his hands up in front of him. “One minute you’re home, safe in your bed. The next, you’re in the most desperate situation of your life.”
I considered the last several days. The movie read-through. Getting the starring role. The hotel fire. Mr. Snuggles. The kidnapping. The taxi ride. The kiss on my cheek. I touched the side of my face again and looked at Missy. Kevin and Craig smirked next to her. I spoke up, “Mr. Panky?”
“You’re right about having good friends.”
“I’m glad you agree.” He winked.
“But…have you ever had…a brother?”
He shook his head. “No. Only child.” He patted his…