My sister asked if the events of “The Labyrinth” are meant to be Sarah dreaming, or are they real? Although my primary reaction was that she shouldn’t put that much thought into any children’s movie (or any instance of David Bowie in tight pants), I’d like to take this opportunity to put so much thought into this children’s movie, that it’ll blow your mind.
So why is David Bowie kidnapping a child from an underage Jennifer Connelley?
In a time long long ago a sorcerer named Jareth fell in love with a girl named Sarah. Sarah’s father and step-mother would not let her marry Jareth because they wanted her to keep her, as a servant, to care for their other child. In a fit of rage Jareth kidnapped this other child and spirited it away to the fairy world. In this new world Jareth built a palace for his Sarah. He turned the spoiled child into a goblin, and kept it to be a servant.
Many stories of the fairy world tell us that time moves differently there than in our world (Rip Van Winkle for one). In the time it took for Jareth to build his kingdom, which he may have thought was little more than a few years, Sarah grew old and died.
Overcome by grief and addled by a lifetime spent in a strange world filled with monsters, Jareth goes mad. He refuses to believe that he has lost his love. He searches the mortal world from his castle, looking for her.
Sarah is Hebrew name. So, it is common, and has been in use for thousands and thousands of years. It does not take long (for him) to find a dark haired girl named Sarah, who has a younger sibling, and who feels that she is treated unfairly by her step mother. In a fit of rage he kidnaps this other child and spirits it away to the fairy world. Perhaps this new Sarah dies in the quest to find the child, perhaps she wins her sibling back and flees.
Jareth searches the mortal world from his from his castle, looking for her. It does not take long to find a dark haired girl named Sarah…
This is how Jareth becomes the goblin king. Every goblin in the goblin city is a child Jareth has stolen, who was not recovered by a Sarah. (he told the current Sarah that Toby would become a goblin if she did not find him in time)
This is why he builds the maze. The magic bog, the junk yard of useless treasures, all tricks to slow Sarah down. Because if he can only have his Sarah for the time it takes for her to regain the stolen child, he will make it take as long as possible, keep her as long as possible.
This is why there exists in our world a book containing the story. Because it has happened before. So many times. At some point some lucky Sarah must have returned to our world to tell the story.
This is why when the most recent Sarah first meets Hoggle at the start of the labyrinth, and introduces herself; “I’m Sarah”, Hoggle responds “That’s what I figured.”
Because of course she’s Sarah.
They were all Sarah.
We told the teacher about it, then he handed us a pair of spectacles with one lens blue & one lens red, like the 3D glasses you get at the movie theater. The spectacles are enchanted spectacles, they can see invisible people and things that cannot be seen in the human eye- or in this case, wizard eyes.
We both track down Tudor & found him in the library, about to freak other students out by pushing some books out of the shelves to make it look like the books were moved by themselves. I took out my wand and freeze the fallen books in midair & swifted them baxk into their bookshelves. While i’m using my magic, you ran towards’ Invisible Tudor, grab him and we take him to the potion room to reverse the invisibility charm. To other students & teachers’ eyes, we looked like we were dragging absolute nothing. we had to explain to them that Tudor is invisible.
So we got to the Potion room, you took out your potion textbook & look for a reversing potion. I sat across from invisible Tudor to be sure he doesn’t leave. We both kept our spectacles on as we do our duties. You finished the potion & gave it to Tudor. Tudor is visible again & he isn’t really happy to be back. We apologized for dragging him like this. We figured out that there’s more then to change him back. All his friends who he use to play baseball with have transferred to another wizard school & he just wanna play ball like the old times. We felt sorry for him that we agree to play with him for a bit.
The next day, more people came around and start playing baseball with him.
Good morning my love,
I’ve been meaning to write you for some time now, but I could never find the right words. Words sometimes go missing for some reasons. They’ve failed me before when it came to you, they could not express what I felt. But yesterday, it’s you that went missing. None of my poems could rhyme. The colors on the paintings didn’t felt right, even the birds in the morning annoyed me. The sun, in all its magnificence, was a bother.
[…] It’s funny how your mind can decide of the time! A day spent in your company is never enough, it goes on so quickly and vanishes before I can even start to express the depth of my love; the same day spent away from you is the longest and most miserable thing that exists. […]
I really miss you. It’s you, babe. I mean, the one. The one they talk about everywhere. It isn’t just a concept, an idea, a theory. It really is you, I realise that everyday. How can someone doubt the existence of God when such beautiful things happen? I mean, meeting you. Being yours. How could it be chance? Nothing less than a God could’ve possibly created you and created this. This love that we have.
You’re the best thing that happened to me, but you’re not just a thing that happened. You’re the best feeling and you’re constantly happening, just like the tide hugging the shore and I swear it would be easier for me to forget my name than to forget yours. […] You’re brighter than the most blinding of nights, you’re as richly colored as my favorite poems -if not more, you’re my first thought in the morning, the one that follows all the thoughts of you I had during the night and that introduces all the thoughts of you I’m about to have during the day. You’re a masterpiece, our bed will be my own private museum and I’ll get to stare at you every morning until you wake up and start annoying me like you do. […]
I want to spend my life by your side and share the world with you.
I miss you deeply and I love you. I love you with this love full of words that I try and put into letters, and I love you with a wordless love that I will never be able to express; but that I really hope you can feel and guess in the tea I make you in the morning, in the way I play with your hair when you’re exhausted, in the songs I sing to you when you’re sick, in my kisses and in my hugs.
I will always, always, be yours.”
Flapper. Beatnick. Hippie. Hipster.
In her project “Counter // Culture,” 16-year-old photographer Annalisa Hartlaub captures all the mainstream and countercultural movements that have defined the last 10 decades. The results are a stirring series of portraits that bring life to a century of women, contextualizing how the friction of mainstream and counterculture defined progression.