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When my wife fell pregnant the baby books we’d dutifully read semi-prepared us for pretty much every big milestone in our son Janek’s early life. Or they did until the day he came home from nursery chuntering about something called ‘pehpeeg’. We had no idea what he was banging on about until we went to the supermarket and he lunged at some pasta branded with Peppa Pig, the eponymous porcine heroine of a kids’ cartoon that we were aware was enormously popular and addictive, but had never in fact seen. Was it so addictive that Janek could literally become a fan without actually even seeing it?
Obviously not: it turned out his nursery had taken to playing an episode to chill the tots out when they started getting antsy around home time. I won’t bore you with our dreadful middle-class fretting about whether it was appropriate to watch TV at nursery, but will rather skip to the bit when he was having some tantrum or other and we decided to boot up Netflix and put the show on.
The effect was remarkable: he immediately stopped grumbling, sat down, and stared intently at the crudely animated adventures of Peppa and her family. I don’t really see why it is so vastly more appealing than any other cartoon: clearly Janek only has the vaguest idea what’s going on, and he seems less entertained, more deep in study. It’s weird, but he loves it.
The irony of Peppa is this: it’s actually pretty good. The show – created and produced by animation studio Astley Baker Davies – may be aimed at pre-schoolers, but it has a brutally unsentimental streak and surreal sense of humour that occasionally gives it the quality of a U-rated ‘South Park’.
It sets me a quandary this Easter holiday, when the snappily named ‘Peppa Pig: My First Cinema Experience’ hits the nation’s picture houses. It’s not a feature film, but rather nine new episodes of the show, bundled up together and released exclusively on the big screen. On the one hand, it’s a rock solid morning’s activity. On the other, Janek will probably try to demolish the place when it ends. And of course, my son – being two – has absolutely no idea that it exists and thus there would be no reprisals if we didn’t go. I am still genuinely in two minds, then, but the awful truth is this: I’d quite like to see it myself. In the meantime, here are seven questions that every parent probably has about Peppa Pig
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