L and I watched 'Lost and Found' again today. It's a beautifully animated version of the book by Oliver Jeffers, and I saw it for the first time last year. One day, a penguin appears on a small boy's doorstep. At first the boy doesn't want anything to do with the penguin, but after various attempts to get rid of it, he takes it home to the South Pole, where the other penguins live.
There's a moment near the end of the film where the boy leaves the penguin at the South Pole, and sets off home in his little boat. The first time we saw it, I looked over at L, who was sobbing uncontrollably. And it wasn't the usual four year old tired or grumpy or angry kind of crying; it was something much deeper. He was genuinely sad, and it surprised me, because he's usually such a tough-acting wee thing. And it happened again today, when we saw it for the second time. I love it that a film can touch a little kid in that way, when most of the stuff that's made for them is so big and loud and full on that there's not much room for any kind of emotional response.
You can see the film's trailer at Studio AKA's site, and some very beautiful production artwork at Amandine Pecharman's blog - she was the production designer.