Films are great. Films are amazing. But they can get you thinking a bit too much sometimes. I recently watched Labrynth again. That really messed with my head–

For some reason, the first time I watched Labrynth, when I was a child and moisturizer for men was as mythical as adults who understood humour, I didn’t think that a baby being thrown about amongst goblins was odd. I didn’t even think David Bowie looked that strange, really; I could perfectly well imagine him getting on public transport with all the wacky gear and nobody batting an eyelid. Like some weird dream it just all seemed to make sense. It was only until years later that I understood that goblins have no place throwing babies about, let alone one who is crying constantly, making his unhappiness plain. (Not to mention the fact that it would be a very, very bad idea for David Bowie to go anywhere near public transport with a collar the size of a third-world country.)

So anyway, this got me on to a dark train of thinking: what happened to the baby? I pondered. Did it disturb him for life? Because if he was any normal kind of baby to begin with then it should have!

I conducted some research and discovered that the baby in Labrynth went on to lead a perfectly decent and worthwhile life. He wasn’t disturbed in the slightest, although I can imagine it might get annoying when people say “I recognise you from somewhere–hey, you’re not that baby from that weird film are you?”