The longest day-care instantly starts off an ironic foot when we are introduced to Maggie Simpson entering a day-care for tots named after Ayn Rand, a philosopher who put forward the idea of objectivism. The basic premise of objectivism is that that each individual holds the ability to live a rich, fulfilling and independent life and the irony stands out when a sign in the school assures the freedom of the good will be probed. As we move forward, a punch is shot at our faulty education system that categorizes the complexity of the human brain into basic, one-dimensional absolutes of either being gifted or average using often incorrect tests. A gloomy board stating they won't be able to achieve anything and the absence of an authoritative figure in contrast to the gifted section is a dig at the way the system puts all their hope into the gifted thus overburdening them over time while demotivating the average ones which is sure to impair our society in upcoming times. A colourful butterfly enters Maggie's field of vision, a visual relief from the bleak blacks and greys and the sheer desolation in the room (and the perceived future of the average IQ kids as per the education system) but a boy who has failed his lice detector test suggesting a possible neglectful background leading to his sadistic pleasure is seen crushing the butterflies. Butterflies are a popular symbol of hope and this crushing of hope baffles Maggie who has just arrived here. Maggie further enchanted by a caterpillar tries to hide it from the apathy of the boy and while fleeing encounters a book namely goodnight cocoon, the title and cover similar to the book goodnight moon, about which Writer Ellen Handler Spitz suggests that it teaches young children that life can be trusted, that life has stability, reliability, and durability. And we eventually leave on a hopeful note as Maggie labelled average, using her presence of mind brilliantly rescues the butterfly from the clutches of the boy and sets it free.
The music and colour palette showcase the fragile emotions of a child. As the mother leaves, a sombre tone plays as a lonely Maggie, stares at her mother as she leaves, the hallways suddenly appearing so scaringly grey and daunting. As the screening process goes on, the music grows dense and booming as Maggie is shifted from one stranger's hands to another's. The gifted area encapsulates a very vibrantly lit room accompanied by a very peaceful but grand music but the very next minute it tapers off into desolation. The arrival of butterflies is accompanied by hopeful tones each time. The music propagates various feelings from grandiose enlightenment to suspenseful between the span of her encountering the book to running from the boy. When the boy stamps the butterfly, the music stops and paves way for a melancholic and overwhelming tune with the boy being shown from such an angle and under such a light that he appears to be this horrifying monster. The final twist is accentuated by the music and as the butterflies preens away, the innocent joy of doing something so insignificantly significant plays in our hearts and ears.
The music and colour palette showcase the fragile emotions of a child. As the mother leaves, a sombre tone plays as a lonely Maggie, stares at her mother as she leaves, the hallways suddenly appearing so scaringly grey and daunting. As the screening process goes on, the music grows dense and booming as Maggie is shifted from one stranger's hands to another's. The gifted area encapsulates a very vibrantly lit room accompanied by a very peaceful but grand music but the very next minute it tapers off into desolation. The arrival of butterflies is accompanied by hopeful tones each time. The music propagates various feelings from grandiose enlightenment to suspenseful between the span of her encountering the book to running from the boy. When the boy stamps the butterfly, the music stops and paves way for a melancholic and overwhelming tune with the boy being shown from such an angle and under such a light that he appears to be this horrifying monster. The final twist is accentuated by the music and as the butterflies preens away, the innocent joy of doing something so insignificantly significant plays in our hearts and ears.