Just saw Moana 2. At some levels i really loved it. The sailing waka, the beautiful animation of land and ocean, the feeling of indigenous song and ritual…

But the spooky thing is that ALL male-female attraction or polarity is erased from the plot altogether. Nobody is attracted to anybody else despite all being made “attractive”. Where did they all come from? Its a mystery, along with what they eat and drink and where/when they poop. (Which having just sailed Fiji to Aotearoa, let me tell you are prime concerns)

Desire may have always been taboo in its rawness, but romance was the Disney-level socially acceptable form we told stories about. In reaction to the rigidity of the romance stories, we have erased all reference to or relevance of the most powerful force there is: the power that brings us together and brings new life forward.

So while i loved the many levels at which the movie respected and showcased the natural, at the deepest level it ignores what is most natural to us